Funeral day
The death of my apathy
The people around me cried
Before and after
I couldn't shed a single tear
I couldn't feel anything
Except the cold of the graveyard
Tugging on my shirt
Simply numb at best
I hope my heart of stone
Breaks in this pile of soil
I throw upon your final rest
Am I broken, dead inside
Watching my own burial
From someone eles eyes

We finally got our house
And our first double bed
But the closer we got
The thinner the love spred
Like in the mornings how you used to moan how I buttered my bread
Both laying at oppersite end's
Clinging onto memories of single beds

If all the emotions and feelings I create
Can be represented by colours
When all the paint
Runs away from this A4 slate
I should be left with Gold
Because my mind has been set
And I don't plan to settle for anything less

I woke early today
I finally opened my window
Pulled apart the curtains that hung so perfectly
Better than I ever could
Take a deep breath
And let some air in
I saw the light I've been craving
Since summer left
Me suffocating
By default
You became my stepping stone
To get me closer to the sun
Just sit back and watch me grow
No longer will I wilt under your overbearing knock off glow

All they saw was death and mourning  
As they layed you in the ground
I saw something beautiful
A bouque of flowers bloomed
Has you became one with the earth
A fresh start
For you to write the wrongs
With the people who surrounded
Parting ways with forgiveness and love  
Hearts full of cherished stories
A chapter closes
But the book never shuts

Spending time harvesting forbidden fruits with you
Was never a waste of my youth
Days shaped into the form of each other
Most winter nights
We didn't open our eyes
Till the sun rested it's head again
Waking only in darkness
But your morning face Shone so brightly
Like a gap in the curtains the sun broke through
Affecting my sight
But opening my eyes
Wider than they've ever been before
So I could see
The simplicity I needed in my life
Spending nights waking up complaining
About aches and back pains
Just to spend another night
Doing the exact same
Cramped up in a single sized bunk bed
Living the dream
I once created in my sleep
Before I woke up to you

I worry when I'm drowning
In sentences
Trying to force them into lines
Where they don't fit
Always kicking in panic
Casting them aside  
But always Hoping for a safe return  
So I can throw them together
And create something