Black

It may have been nothing, or something at all.
But to me it was everything.
In the short space of my time,
in which you were concentated into every waking moment.
You made me a better person.
I don't know how, or why.
I mean, I wasn't particularly great to start off.
But your morbid inclinations and,
self-destructive cycles.
Made it feel like we were a team, or something safe.
I know, typing this, now.
It's ridiculous. But,
You enveloped all the bad qualities I admired.
And, that made me feel free.
Like there was no hidden doors, or something.

Now, after retrospection,
I'm tempted to believe it was infactuation.
I mean, how was I to know it would turn out like this?
Obsession don't give way to pain,
I didn't know that then,
but I'm starting to learn it a little better.
And you were always an anti-hero
with your drink, cigarettes and guitar.
And I thought you were special for that.
You never made me feel the way I did on purpose,
but I did,
And for that to you I owe it all.

Now it's been years, since a kind word
was passed.
And I think what is saddest of all.
Is how wonderful you were.
Perhaps it's because I don't know you anymore,
or because you'd faded into the background.
You seem less of yourself, Why?
like a shell of once was.
But with distance so far,
Miles never seemed longer.
I suppose I'll never know now.

The days are gone, where I would hang onto everyword you would say.
But now, You never speak so I don't want to listen anymore.