The Missing Pieces

They say what you don’t know can’t hurt you
but here I am left bleeding
‘Cause I didn’t see it coming
when you stabbed me in the back
and though I’m sure I’ll live to tell the tale
I can’t help wondering about the missing pieces
I thought we were headed
in the same direction
and yet I’m stuck here in the dark
as you disappear
What happened to the sparks I felt
when looking in your eyes?
How did you cut the cord
between our souls?
When was it that you realized
that I wasn’t enough for you?
How’d the whole thing die this silent death?
I guess my world just wasn’t big enough to hold you
I always tried to hold you higher
Guess it was my time to fall
I’ll likely never know the reasons
or the truth behind deception
I’m buried under questions that you’ll never hear me ask

I think my muse is trying to overwhelm me after being silent for quite some time. Another piece drawn from music (seems that listening to The Weeknd after a little light drinking is just enough t oget the mental juices flowing), this is another one I’m kinda proud of…