I belong between what is

And what was meant to be

To the best moments that

Didn’t last for me to see

I am the lost words that

Were never found

The words said in silence

Without a sound

I live for the confessions in

Mind that were never made,

Inside the tomb where the

Corpse of our love was laid

I belong to the chances that

Were never taken

In a heart that is aching and

A mind that is broken

I live to please the ghost of

Lost lovers

Writing poetry in questions

To get some answers

I belong to the glares that

Were never stolen

The promises that were

Meant to be broken.