everyone has their place
except i, i am floating on the surface

Life is an up and down roller coaster of disasters
Full of twists and turns and some dastardly *******
Pacifists passing fists passively; are they real or just actors?
We're not on the same page; we're in whole other chapters
You might just find that you're the most complicating factor
And in any moment that things can flip backwards
The best cure may be to forget and get plastered
When you've realized that there's nothing you've mastered

His name is engraved in my skin
His voice is echoing in my head
His smile is all I see inside my memories
His heart is the beat to the melody in me
but

He has her name in his heart
He has her voice in his head
He has her smile in his eyes
He has her heart in his arms
And she's not me.
So

His name will scar
His voice will stay
His smile will torture
His heart will belong to her.
And

  I will be forgotten.

Getting over you isn't a quick hail storm.

It's not a piece of ice falling rapidly.

An immediate deflation of emotion as though an ice cube pelting upon hot cement.

Melting as soon as the ground and frozen water meet.

Getting over you is a cool precipitation of slowly falling snow.

A glistening piece of artwork landing upon the endless white.

A cold, menacing blanket of hatred and sting.

Anytime revisited, a frostbite against the skin.

Come spring, you reopen the door and the white has disappeared.

Instead, hues of pink and blue dot the land.

The white, no longer missed.

You were my other half to my beating soul.

Getting over you will never happen.

However, my strength has grown thanks to you. I will never forget you. I will never forget the endless cold that stung my eyes. On this day, I say thank you. Thank you for being worthy of the winter and not being just a passing hailstorm. Thank you for teaching me that flowers within me are beauty even though their thorns may bite. Thank you for making me getting over you.