An Honest Conversation

He said I heard it in your voice
She said I heard it in yours too
This wasn't supposed to happen
But what's a girl to do?

When things start to look up
I don't see you
I'm tired of sleeping on the couch
When I have a perfectly good bed
Because I don't want to sleep there
Because I don't want to sleep alone
Because nothing can fill the hole that you've so delicately left behind

And it's not for a lack of trying

I found one
who is a mixture of you and me
And another
who is like neither of us
I'm getting too much
And too little
all at same time

It's an underwhelming overload

It's as if by you asking me to do nothing
You're asking me to do too much
I can't sit here and twiddle my thumbs
When my fingers were meant to feel the warmth of someone
And my fingers are cold now

And nothing can fill the hole that you've so delicately left behind

But don't feel bad because there was an even bigger one before I met you.
And when I fix it, I will still have a piece missing but I won't feel so empty.