And the irony is
before you left 
we fought so much
about your music
because 
it made me sad
and reminded me
of a time in my life
when I’d rather be dead
that only ended 
when I met you

But now that you’re gone
that music is playing
constantly
in my house
because I’m giving up 
on life again
and what’s weird is
you’ve been listening
to the things I like
and I just wish
we could have been like this
before it all went to shit.

This house is haunted
I hate the emptiness
my heartbeat keeps me up at night
a rhythm your hands once kept time with
on the guitar
making me fall for you
and now it just echoes
all night long
and I don’t think I’ll ever sleep again
until that beat ends
and the fear in my head
stops playing in time with it.

And the only thing keeping me
from bleeding out 
is reading your messages
grasping at straws.
I thought you’d always be here
I thought I could let go
…and I guess I was kind of right
because you’re still here
you’re part of my soul