Quite frankly, boy,

Every time you walk away,

You take a piece of my heart with you.

It feels like ripping a band-aid after a wound is healed.

I know you make me better, but

Watching you leave is a sharp kind of sting.

Whenever I'm without you, I'm a mess.

I can't control the sadness.

It enters my eyes and everyone asks, but

All I can say is

"I miss him."

When I'm with you, I can be happy.

I can laugh and enjoy your presence.

But without you, I feel so alone.

Come back to me, dear.

In your smile, you hold a piece of my heart,

And I'm longing to feel whole again.