Your piano use to seranade me to sleep,
But now I can only focus on the sound of
The keys being hit.
Like your guitar, it use to ease me into a
Slumber, but now I can only focus on the
Sound of the pick scratching the strings.
I thought my heart was strong
Enough to make it through
The dark,
And even though my heart aches,
I would still smile about
Our memories and
Adventures
Together.
You taught me music was the short hand
Of
Emotion.
My iPod was like my heart. Full of
Music, still skipping songs like
H
E
A
R
T
B
E
A
T
S,
On shuffle, trying to find the
Right song.

I use to put the song on repeat,
And fast forward it to the phrase
You say to me, but now I skip it, fear
Of being reminded, then I deleted it.
The radio played that song one day,
But I only heard the static and friction
Of our relationship.
By you started going out with her.

But then I changed.

Ray the firefly had had his own North
Star to guide his way.
I was a broken compass.
Lane Frost, a bullrider, had a long life,
But in reality, it was only 8 seconds.
My time ran out.
You were my candle, lighting up the darkness
And she snuffed you out.
You were a lighthouse but my waves
Crashed you down.
The X that marks the spot on my map,
But it was stolen, like my
Grace.
Nobody stabbed me in the back,
Except the ***** I call
Jealousy.
My sobriety faded,
Then lingered,
Then disappeared completely.
Hellfire.
That's what it was.
But I was fighting my demons for good.
Never sold my soul, but
He
Had it already.
Sinking through a pool of *****,
Refusing to resurface.
You surrender with a white flag,
But my white flag wasn't a flag
At all.
It was white, but crumbled down
On the table by the rolled up
Ten
Dollar
Bill.
I don't know why people need
Six chambers to a gun when
Playing Russian roulette.
It only takes one
Shot
To change everything.
My iPod died, so I'm waiting
For the angels to carry me home.