Unfinished

it’s just

so unfinished

—

these feelings

don’t diminish

—

it’s clear

i felt more

than i imagined

—

this shit

gets so tragic

—

cuz chaos

looked attractive

—

had a spell

on me

like magic

—

but don’t get it

backwards

—

you were

the chaos

—

i was

the magic

—

we haven’t talked

in a minute

—

but silence

never finished it

—

you can call it

distance

—

i call it

proof

that something

still lived in it

—

cuz nothing

ever broke

—

we just stopped

before we found out

what it was

becoming

—

and maybe

you moved on

—

maybe somebody

stands where

i could’ve been

—

but occupying

the space

doesn’t mean

they carry

what i carried

in it

—

i don’t come back

to compete

—

i come back

knowing

—

you can meet

a hundred people

and still remember

the one

who made the silence

feel electric

—

the one

who understood

the look

before the words

—

the one

who made ordinary

feel like

something

the universe

had rehearsed

—

so yeah

i still wonder

—

can we move

like we used to

—

before pride

turned moments

into memories

—

before something

with a future

became something

we could only

look back to

—

but don’t confuse

my honesty

for weakness

—

i know

what i felt

—

and i know

what you missed

—

i wasn’t

another option

waiting

to be chosen

—

i was the possibility

you’ll search for

inside everybody

who comes after

—

and never find

in the same way

—

that’s why

it still feels

unfinished

—

not because

i need you

to complete me

—

but because

we ended

before you could see

what being loved

by me

would’ve looked like

—

you were

the chaos

—

i was

the magic

—

and the tragedy

wasn’t that

i lost you

—

it was that

you walked away

before realizing

i was the part

nobody else

could recreate

— Mr. Mak

 

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