Hobbies

 melancholy,

Sadness is my new hobbie.

I don't sleep so well,

Not that you'd care.

And I'm not keeping so well,

I wish that you'd care.

I wonder could I still make you laugh,

If you were here.

For The smaller the pieces

Of a broken heart,

The easier to give away and share.

Til given away to anyone,

For a broken promise

of loveless romance,

With no second chance.

No future plans.

At this point I'd be happy just to hold hands.