Reminiscing isn't the same as forgiving

 Reminiscing isn't the same as forgiving 

and i still look for you in every man i meet

the tv can be on in your apartment 

while the door is shut

i still hear it from outside 

not knowing how to knock anymore

i am on life support for heart palpitations 

they took me in while i was sleeping 

i dreamt of the disappointment 

in the corner of your stare

and how my soul feels deeply

that there is now

no one left to hear us

i thought i've felt love

but all it is, is me losing blood on your floor

the difference is stark here in the darkness 

of your empty room

it's relative to how i feel 

however, love

love is the same

to when i had a heart full

of your words

now footnotes in a book

drying from the flood

i am no longer scared of disappointing 

the many ghosts of you

i have no soul ties.

At night, 

when i dream, 

there is still no us

yet, i am whole again.