We messed up

This is more like about the pain you get after someone you love leaves you

I always had the habit of writing down my feelings.

I wrote them in a diary with lots of love,

But since you left me here, I started hating doing that.

Cause every time I wrote, I realized that each of the word 

written in my diary was about you, each of the feeling

left inside of me was about you, each of the memory I 

remembered was about you.

It made me sick to be able to feel like you

were with me even when you were miles

away from me, so far that I couldn't even try

and call you back to me.

We started all good but we ended up just like the ashes 

of my diary when I burnt it with lots of hate.

We were together in the same place just like the ashes 

but we faded away as the air blew.

We shouldn't have  but we really did mess up this time.

Author's Note

I don't know if this is good but I tried.