You never called me.

You never put in the effort to come see me.

Yet,

You tell me you are still in love with me.

I wrote all your promises down on a piece of paper

And I hid them in a chest box and placed them beside my bed.

The smell of your cheap cologne and cigarettes still linger in my room.

From time and time again,

I still try to cover them up with a hint of spray of your favorite perfume.

You never called me,

Not once have you ever fought for me.

I hope my effort still haunts you on days you feel most alone.