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I’ve been living my life with high walls and an empty heart, not letting anyone else get in and having some part. I grew up mad and cold, the world has shaped me to be bold. In the cold night with a broken soul, I met you. You set my heart into a new shade of hue. For the first time, I felt the warmth of being alive, with your touch's gentleness, I felt the "at-home" vibe. You made me feel that it's never too late to start over again, that it's not worth living my life in vain. You made me the happiest just by accepting my dark past, I never thought that one day you'd be a part of my past. Now that you're no longer called mine, memories of us together keep flooding my mind. I no longer feel at home in my own house, I feel like a widow who never had a spouse. My room cannot give me the comfort I once enjoyed, heartaches are all I get whenever I see the places where we once got lost and overjoyed. I cannot look at the places with the same feelings anymore, I wonder what forevermore is for? Only your touch that I didn't flinch, only your presence that I don’t mind getting closer to an inch. Now that you are with someone else, I am like a stray— no home to stay, like a fly that doesn’t settle in one place even just for a day. Remember me not the moment I let you see me bare, forget me not in the depths of your despair; A rollercoaster ride of love with no fare, but took a lot of tolls to be fair.