A stream made of roses,
a house made of thorns,
a forest made of stardust,
and a girl who feels like home.

I miss watching your words,
always carefully chosen,
light up my screen.

I miss your laugh,
the way it was slightly different,
when you were talking to me.

I miss your face,
always carefully controlled,
even when I knew you were itching to smile.

I miss you.

Why do I keep remembering?
Why can I not let go?
Why can't I erase myself?
Why can't I erase the people I used to know?

Eyes that burn with a quiet fire,
heart that shines like solid gold.
You are a light to my constant darkness,
the one I did not know I was looking for.

The eyes in the mirror,
do not look like mine.
They are tired,
and without life.
Perhaps this is who I am now,
just a tired, hurting soul,
who is just a shadow,
drifting through life,
toward the end.

Up is down,
left is right.
Nowhere to turn,
eyes blind.

Front is back,
light is dark.
There is nowhere to go,
trapped.

You say its your fault,
but I disagree.
You are who you choose,
not what they want you to be.