I still need yours.

I've always told myself I'd rather be sad than empty.
Because I would at least be feeling something.

But to feel sad because I was empty would be the rock bottom.
I've crashed so hard to rock bottom.
Bang.

People say you have a deep black whole in your heart when you feel this.
I disagree. I have no space left as everything caves in on top of each other congesting my life.

My head is blooming with the words of you.
You didn't even say much.
You weren't even in my life for long.
You didn't even mean as much as it seems.

I was just suppose to be healed by you.
Why couldn't you figure that out?