Broad-shoulder'd I,
stride amongst the ruins,
of what I had bled.

Brush off the ashes,
of love letters burn'd,
and dreams torn apart.

I clasp unto my own hand,
guide myself through the thorns.

You were not there.

I washed away,
the devices you left,
upon my mirrors and walls.

I took the punches,
display'd as trophy,
of my victory over grief.

I conceal'd the tear as it fell,
and smil'd like it didn't hurt.

You were not there.

Each day I float away.
Amongst the stars of forgetting.
Through the universe we marvel'd at.
Dissolving away my love into the cold.

I was the star that burn'd for you.
You were not there.

there was a place
where my  heart grew
In a murky peace,
it was comfortably happy

But you ripped it away.
denied me my haven,
however broken it was.

And I bled for an age.
And my scabs became scars.
And my lips remembered how to smile.

And my heart ached for you no more.

But and but.
But then there you were.

My haven
My place
My murky sunlight.

There you were.
And we laughed.
For a moment,
I was safe again.

And I was oh so radiant.
And I was oh so polite.
A vision of Over You.

But when the rain came.
And you faded into the mist.
I cried bitter tears of Not Over You.

For the cherished hollow I miss,
is the broken thing you escaped.