I cry when I see a beautiful day, because we would be out.

I cry when I look at my full trash, because he used to take it out.

I cry when I look at the coffee pot, because he made coffee every morning.

I cry when I watch Friends, because that was our show.

I cry when I smoke, because we used to do that every day.

I cry when I have makeup on, because I have no one to call me beautiful.

I cry when I get dressed and feel ugly, because he loved me the way I looked.

I cry when I sleep, because he is no longer next to me.

I cry when I look at his Fruity Pebbles, though he hasn’t eaten them in months.

I cry because I packed up the remnants of his clothes, knowing he’ll never come get them.

I cry because there was no closure.

I cry because I remember his love I feel like is no more.

I cry because I know I’ll never see him again.

I cry because I know the relationship was bad, but I tried and loved my hardest every day.

I cry when I do anything, because he was apart of me, doing everything with me.

I cry because detaching from someone you love so much is the hardest thing to do.

I cry because it’s only been 3 days.

I cry because I should’ve seen it coming, but I didn’t. 

I cry because I lost my best friend.

I cry because he doesn’t care.