Living Without You

Living with you gone,

it's strange,

it's different,

it's Odd,

it's like its hard to see past it. 

That's what you never understood.

you would say,

"you can have a life when I'm gone".

but my life was you.

Every waking moment,

it was looking after you,

it's all I've Known,

all I've done.

You expected me to just go on

do all the things i had wanted to

But,

you didn't see..

I wanted to share them with you,

I wanted to travel,

I wanted to dance,

I wanted to live.

come back and laugh with you.

share my day,

share my night,

that's all I ever wanted.

Our little talks,

our little bickering sessions.

You kept me to yourself,

I fully get why;

I know why you did -

what you did 

I'll forever regret,

not being there that night;

Not saying goodbye;

the way I wish I did.

The last thing we said was a fight,

I wish I could take it back.

But it fitting I guess,

we both worked the same, didn't we?

Living with you gone.

it's strange.

it's different. 

it's odd.

Like expecting to go down stairs

be moaned at for playing my games.

come back home from shopping 

to be moaned at for being so long,

to go out for a few hours

and not be bombarded by texts and calls.

It's strange.

It's different.

It's odd.

The things I miss most

are the things I wished to stop.

Living without you.

you thought it would be great,

everyone would be happy

free, go about their days

but what you didn't see was the pain;

The pain we felt when you was Ill,

the pain we felt when you couldn't

do the things you used to.

And you wont see the pain,

the pain we'll feel without you.

The thing I was trying to teach you was

just because your pain would end;

didn't mean ours would.

Living without you.

It's strange.

it's different.

it's odd.

It's something I've never had to do;

it's going to take time.

I just wish you knew.

Living without you.

It's strange..

It's different..

It's odd..

Just like you...