Prayer is love that lives inside,
A quiet hope we cannot hide.
It’s the deepest kind of care,
A gentle gift sent through the air.

The most precious thing we share,
A way to show how much we care
For every soul we hold so near,
With silent wishes whispered clear.

I say stuff you never hear,
Chasing things that disappeared.
People tell me, “Move on, dude,”
But my heart’s stuck—it’s kinda rude.

This poem’s messy, kinda real,
Just like how I always feel.
Not perfect, but it’s all I’ve got—
A little truth, a lot of thought.

I let you go,
I thought it was right.
Now I’m alone,
Missing you at night.

I wish I’d stayed,
Fought for us more.
Your memory stays—
I’m still at that door.

I think I loved you too much,
Gave you all of me, every touch.
I smothered you in every way,
Afraid you’d ever drift away.

I see it now, the mess I made—
The fear, the fights, the endless chase.
I know I wasn’t perfect, true—
I let my ego shadow you.

There was a hope you’d see it all—
The mess I made was just for you.
The mess I’ve become, a twisted plea,
Because you were everything,
Everything to me.

You were the world I wouldn’t lose,
A light I couldn’t help but choose.
I know it’s wrong, but it’s still true—
The mess I’ve made is all for you.