Ain't nothing quite like
Looking into a pristine blanket of snow
To really highlight
All the **** floating around in my eyes.

Turn all the lights off,
I want to read your skin
like braille.

Beauty was her name
But deceiving
Were her looks,

Written on the seams
Of her well ironed dress,
Popping from the shine
Of her blood spattered
Lipstick

If I were a fool
Then they would call me a genius -
But because I knew her
I am nothing
But broken

Never said
there'd be another
day.

They never said so.
Yet,
here it is.

Time tells
lies,
and truths go unspoken.

Unspoken
yet,
not unknown.

Not unknown.

Last week
was twenty
years ago.

Tomorrow
I'll be dead
of old age.

But today,
there's a chance
to change everything.

To change everything.

I'm older now,
something
I wasn't before -
I could throw myself away
to hide myself
from what scares me
the most -
But maybe tomorrow,
when I'm an older man,
will speak differently
than what I can

Okay but do we ever really stop loving them ?
Stop thinking about they way they made us feel ?
Stop thinking about them before going to sleep ?
Stop stalking their socials ?
Stop thinking if they miss us ?
Stop thinking about how it would have been if we never broke up ?
Is there a line somewhere ? Anywhere ?