I'd like to say

that I'd die if you left me,
but we both know,
that just isn't true.

Because, that's not what I do.
I don't fall apart
I don't pick up the pieces
I just leave them behind.

I'd like to tell you that you are the world to me
but I know, deep down,
that just isn't true.
The world is bigger than both me, and you.

What I can tell you
is that your eyes,
they change colors,
according to your mood,
and that you make this funny noise,
that only I hear, when you chew your food.

I sure would miss that.