Starbucks Thoughts #1

My footprints say I need you but my hands can't shake the emptiness, because those words that I clung to were never meant for me, they weren't yours to say, it's a puzzle that we were never apart of. My solutions can't piece together this riddle, I'm just stuck with loose ends and a blank stare. This isn't the life I foresaw when I looked into your eyes, your honest eyes, that only say lies in my vulnerability, a confession you couldn't keep. I'm not sure how to face you, when I'm not sure which face I'm facing, because after all, there's no footprints on cloud 9.