I
was
a
fountain.

you were a drain.

my depression is like a storm cloud
slowly absorbing hurt
forming drops of pain and anxiety  
then it comes crashing down
soaking me in pain
and just when the sun starts to shine again
storm clouds begin to build again.

We got back together
and as we kissed
all i could taste on your lips
was regret

I wonder sometimes

what it must be like

to mean everything to someone

or
to
even
just
be enough

you set me on fire to keep you warm
and when i burned out
you left without a word

Sometimes
i wish we could just forget each other
so we can meet again for the first time

sad to think about
the only flowers i will ever receive
will be the ones placed on my grave