She whispered his name each
Night like a prayer waiting to be
Heard by a god she thought was
There. The way the syllables
Swirled round her tongue like an
Ancient tale she didn't know but
Felt when she heard her heart
Beat. The feel of the letters on her
Lips was like a childhood lullaby
She had heard a thousand times
But forgot the words to.
She longed for the person she had
Once known like her first name.

But what she didn't know was that
There are some things that must
Just remain forgotten.

I call him the architect,
He saw the small town
Within me and built cities.
He saw the lake within me
And created seas. He saw the
Hills within me and built
Mountains that touched the
The sky.

But he didn't see me.

So he left and the world shook
And destroyed the land within.
But I can't even bring myself to
Mourn the world he so sweetly
Crafted. I can't bring myself to hate
That the land I built isn't the same.
As he showed me that the
worlds that last are the ones
We build for ourselves.

Take me back.
Please take me back.
To before we were torn
Apart by our violently
Beating hearts.
To before we drank to
Escape ourselves and
Consequences because
We both knew our words
Would only make us bleed
Crimson tears of rage.
To before we saw eachother
Not the demons that are behind.
Before we exchanged hearts,
and crucified each of
them in turn because
We thought we could save ourselves
By splitting eachother down the
Middle, and watching the other weep.
To before "I love you" meant
"We destroy eachother but
We can't stand ourselves alone,
And so we both always stay"

To before being together felt
Like ripping flesh of the bone
But being apart made us
Go insane.