Come back to me.
Empty loft, same four walls.
Neon bleeding through the blinds at 3:00 a.m.
You took your keys, I watched you go.
Said nothing when you slammed the door again.
I built a kingdom out of being right.
You built a fortress out of silence.
Now what? You ghost in the same damn city.
Texts I type and delete in the violet light.
I don't even miss the fighting, I miss the quiet—
Laughter, when your head was on my chest.
And we pretended it didn't matter.
When the silence parted, we don't even remember who threw the first stone,
Just that someone did.
And now I'm sleeping alone in an empty bed,
But that still smells like your perfume.
Come back to me.
