It's the happy memories
That bring a meloncholly heart.
The ones with the smiles and the laughs
Of kissing in a snowstorm
Or dancing in the rain.

The sad ones hurt
But not the same way.
Because the joy that once was
Will never happen again
With you.

I still miss you, sometimes.
In the aching quiet of the night
When my thoughts wander to the smiles
And the laughs, and kisses.

I remember how you looked at me,
Like I was the answer to a thousand questions
I know you answered all of mine
Or at least, you did at the time.

You taught me lessons.
Like how to sing freely,
And how to love
Both openly and cruely.

I'm starting to forget your voice
And the way your hand fit in mine.
The smell of your skin
Has long since been washed from my sheets

I know we'll never be friends
You don't want to see me again.
And that's alright.
Thanks for the adventure.

It's not that I don't want to see you,
I do.

It's just that seeing you would mean getting out of my bed
And that requires me to get out of my head.

And no, it's not that I don't care,
I do.

It's just that caring would mean getting out of my head
And that requires me to get out of my bed.

I know all the little things
Like how
You take your drinks without ice
And how
You'd rather freeze in a leather jacket
Then out on a real coat.

I know what it means
When your face starts to twist
And I know what you're thinking
When you insist
On opening the door for a lady.

I know the way your hair dries
When it's fresh out of the shower
And straight into bed:
Almost like it's going to fly away.

I know how your eyes plead
When you're holding back
And I know how your hands curl
When something hurts

But the thing I wish I never knew,
Was your face of disgust
And the way you can quit a person
Like me.
I wish I never knew the little things.

We are the generation
With our sorrow etched into our skin
And swallowed down with the morning coffee
Fingers crossed that tomorrow will be better.

We are the generation
With our lives plastered on screens
And written in the history of our web
Desperate for affirmation.

lingering spells of sensation whirring on my skin
the pounding in my chest meets the pounding of the beat
flashing lights and flashing skin
this sin's the highest of all.

inhale the sequence of lilac and rose
i trip and hit the beginning of the sky
i listen to the drops of rain on ivory skin
I'm getting lost in the fall.