I see a girl
Looking at me
She looks so pale
So white
Her eyes are shining
So wide
She looks so thin
Her ribs are showing
The bra looks loose
Hanging on her shoulders
Her hair ties back
Up in a messy bun
The girl looks at me
And I look at her
She looks so tired
She seems to be in pain
I feel so helpless
That I couldn't do anything
I reach out to touch her
She did the same
The cold hits my fingers
It's hard and solid
Realisation hits
Shock look upon her face
That girl
Is me

Love came.
Love left.
It was romantic.
It was ugly.
He gave her a rose.
That was half dead and bought for $2.99.
She took it and smiled.
She allowed herself.
He kissed her.*
She kissed him, knowing it would be the last time he saw her.

Ah, there she is
Do you see her?
Yes, her
Eyes soft,
like morning dew
Inviting smile,
like a summer morning
"Who is she?"
...If only I knew

"Goodbye, I guess..." :
The last words I spoke to you
and I saw that look in your eyes
like you weren't able to understand
what was going on.
Like you were Tod and I was Widow Tweed
in that scene you loved but I hated
because I couldn't handle the pain in those fox eyes.
(Goodbye may seem forever,
Farewell is like the end)
I felt our connection fray
and I was no longer grasping at threads,
trying to keep us together like I said I always would.
I'm sorry I broke my promise
but you broke a hundred of yours first.
I jogged away, hoping the momentum
would keep me together for a little while longer.
Still, my heart resisted, begging to go back
and I compromised, glancing to where you were
only to see empty space on a forever haunted sidewalk.
(But in my heart's a memory
and, there, you'll always be)