I lay in bed on a cold winter night
memories flood through me no matter how hard I might
might try to forget, its 4:42
and all I can think about is you..

Regret tears at my heart
I want to talk to you again, but I'm not sure where to start
You said you needed me, you told me you'd change
The last thing I expected was for you to fade away

You said I was enough, you told me you loved me
The time we spent together was anything but lovely
And now I'm drifting off to a world without you.

Bones decayed
Muscle & skin flayed

Near decade long agony endured
Endless wait for no remedy procured

Persons laugh and gibe
Hellions unable to repent or apologize

Lovers leave or never give a chance
"Meeting you was an unfortunate circumstance"

21 years of life lived
Nothing but difficult and destructive

Let your mind fill the spaces between my spaces.
Sentences are never complete,
You know, there's always room for more.
Imagination, like constellations,
And consternation from the procrastination of trying to connect the dots.
Which is which,
Steve Jobs once said to connect the dots of your future and your past.
Perhaps they'll create a Hercules of radiance,
Or a Cerberus of darkness.
In any case, there's always room for more.
Wouldn't "I love you" be better written as "Iloveyou",
Where there is no space for mistakes?