i hate being the one
you can no longer run to
hold me tight and grasp me firmly
such warmth felt so exciting

i hate being the one
you can no longer talk to
your jaw aching and tongue going numb
your voice was so surreal

i hate being the one
you can no longer cry to
pour your feelings out to me with deep trust
i miss being your aid for anything and everything

i hate being the one
you can no longer have hope in
every obstacle was just a piece of cake
i guess you didn't need me after all

i hate being the one
you no longer wish to love
every since that fateful, haunting sunday afternoon
the everything in me expired.

I'll stay on one side
you stay on another
and I'll think about why,
We aren't made for each other
In darkness I'll cry,
while you've found another
our love was meant to die
you threw me in the gutter
I ask myself why
we were drifting further
we were close at night
though you called me your brother
by day, as i walked by,
you held another
guess they needed one fine
and one ugly to befriend each other
So I'll just stay on my side
and you should find another

the night seems quieter
now without you here
after we bid our goodbyes
now without you here
the night seems quieter

Do you remember our garden?
The one we used to dream about?

We planted seeds and flowers rose from the earth.
Do you remember our garden,
where the birds once sang
and sunlight painted everything gold?
Do you remember what happened to our garden?

What became of our flowers,
our seeds, the birds, the sun?

Perhaps they began to rot after you colored the soil red.  
When you stepped over our flowers
and broke the wings of the birds.

I want you to weep for the blood you spilled.
I want you to mourn our garden
and the roots you burned.
I want you to look at the ashes
and let them remind you of the life
you chose to bury.

Do you remember our garden?
The one we used to dream about?
-  I still do.

Heartbreak is an instrument everybody had played before me.
A melody struck to dazzle mind and words struck to parrallze one.
I swore off to never play a tune or a similar one.
I stood true and only ever stepped close to the instrument.
So, when i trace my fingers upon the one playing it i halt.
Occasionally i would gasp or clap yet all i ever do is to just stare.
Stare at the person dying in front of me.
I read their lips, their fingers, the way they let their emotions flow.
Only to be found, ever so slightly tuning in the music.
The music of all the things that shouldn't occur.
I've watched them drown and evaporate
Rise and devestate yet
I flicker my eyes to this person and
I wonder how it must tremble the person for it to just splash around in agony as they are scared to go inside of it.
I might just walk away because a heart break not worth living again for the art is an art not worth of heart break.

I can't seem to get you out
Every memory, touch, place
glazes onto me

I see you in them all
And I can't seem to get you
out of my skin

You're glued on
I'm rubbing friction
hoping you'll shred apart

but just like adhesive glue
with time
you solidify onto me

I look into your eyes
to plea
but all I see
is pure adoration

I melt
I'm hypnotized
Those big round eyes
engulf me

I thought I saw love
in those brown eyes

I realized too late
that it was a reflection of mine
and I can't seem to get me out

You were the reason why this was so painful
For you could not see that I was not simple

I was placid and deep
Like the wine you'd drink
Before you fell asleep

I was gentle and mellow
Like the whispers we shared
Under sturdy pine's shadow

I was fire and passion
Like the wars we waged
Our tongues colliding, clashing

And I was firm and unending
Like the long road ahead
My perseverance, unbending

My mistake, my benediction;
Why could I not see
That you were my Armageddon?

we've made a promise
not to leave each other's side
to be within and without
for our heart strings to be tied

we've made a promise
to make sure we we're both alright
i felt so much safer than ever before
especially in the night

we've made a promise
to heal what's broken of ours
every cut and wound, amended with kisses and band-aids
not knowing they would quickly turn sour

you've made a promise
not to leave my side
you've cut the strings
didn't mind if they were left tied

you've made a promise
to make sure i was alright
sleepless nights left paranoid
i can't see, nor can i find the light

you've made a promise
to heal me, broken and scarred
yet you've left me in a puddle of my pure blood
it wasn't your intention to damage my core, i forgive easy anyways.

Too many of my tears wore your name,
Too many nights spent tossing and turning;
It burns and sears me, your cursed flame -
Long gone yet still fueling my yearning.
.
I'm a fool, a wreck, irreparable mess,
Drowning in 'what if's and regret;
Immune to time - this pain in my chest,
Clinging like an unpaid debt.
.
And you probably don't think of me,
Of our nights, and talks, and smiles,
You must be living your life, free,
Separated from me by so many miles.
.
I tried to overwrite the story in my heart,
To replace you with someone new;
But they all lack some undefined part,
No one can match the memory of you.
.
I carry this curse of living death,
Trapped in the past that we once shared,
Following me with every breath,
A monster with its teeth bared.
.
And I have no one that could understand
The gaping hole you left in my soul,
A living monument of a love so grand,
It consumed me and burned me whole.
.
And you'll likely never even know
Just how much I suffered when you left,
And still do, whenever I sink low,
My eternal torment, leaving me bereft.
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