The sun sets.
The moon rises.
The moon sets.
The sun rises.

now backwards.

The sun rises.
The moon sets.
The moon rises.
The sun sets.

The story is the same.
The names are differant.
Like a palindrone.
Like us.

I was broken when i met you.
Fresh out of the hospital.
Attempted my own burial.
But then magic happend.

Stitches formed in the place of cuts.
Hugs formed in the place of tears.
Love formed in the place of pain.
Happiness formed in the place of suicide.

Then you gave up.
Saw how much fixing i really needed.
Saw how ****** up i was.
You became like everyone else.

You left.
You ******* left.
"forever and always, to infinity and beyond. I will always love you."
You ******* lier.

Blood baths took place of talking to you.
Cuts abolished the strength delivered in those stitches.
The sacred seconds we held each other caroded  and rotted my mind.
Hugs became a passion i re-enacted with a teddy bear you gave back.
Thoughts once replaced by the thought of you returned, prepared for revenge.
Pain eluded its way into every memory of loving you.
Smiles turned into hours spent under the bridge by the school, waiting for that ******* train.
Suicide filled every night as i worked to live the dream.

You said you loved me.
You promised me i would be okay.
You let me believe you cared.
You ******* lier.