I don't know

but
what am I supposed to do with my hands,
when they can't touch you?
and who am I supposed to whisper to at nights,
when you are not there?
and how am I supposed to breath,
when you still hold all my oxygen?
and when did you take yours back?
and why wasn't I told?

and how am I supposed to be thankful?
when the only thing I want to say
is,
that I wish I had never met you?
if I look back,
and see
just me
where I thought we stood together?
and after all this time,
why am I only left with a "sorry"?

and why was this everything to me,
when it so easily became nothing?
why wasn't I told
that it was nothing all along?

and where am I now,
that I gave it all to you?

and how do I stop waiting for you?

how do I take the pieces back?
how do I define myself?

and what do I

do?