Everyday since she left it seems as if the world is going to just stop spinning. The feeling lingers like a cough or a sigh, a slight pain in the head that happens when you're alone.

I don't want to think about it, so just let the world end while I sleep on it.

Why do the roses dance back and forth in the howling winds, as if to spite me in some way. Shaking heads in disagreement, as they breathe in and out. Huffing as if to show their disappointment of my every little detail.

I may not be a rose, but you could pick a thorn off of me and still feel love.

Suddenly I could taste her breath in the air, almost as if I had just kissed her.
But I hadn't, I was alone in my bed.

I'm haunted, by some sort of phantom pain.

I don't have nearly enough bravery to look her straight in the eye, I've only ever had enough bravery to laugh at the memories that lie around each nook and cranny.
But the dark only grows darker in every twisted little rabbit hole, it's a quiet colorless feeling that makes everything so entirely pointless. The kind of feeling that makes you fear that there is nothing beyond death.

I told her that she would love it, because I knew that she would. Was it selfish of me to hope that she wouldn't love it more than she loved me?

Even if it was dark, things felt a little bit brighter.
When I laughed, I always felt like I couldn't stop.
When I smiled, she'd smile back.

Now it seems so quiet, but yet so loud.
I'm screaming inside, and I'm kicking and I'm punching.
I'm screaming so loud that I've lost my voice, I can't speak and I can't hear.  I'm just another tree, and I feel like I'm going to fall. Will anyone hear me?