"We can't do this anymore,"
you said to me in a dream.
I'm so happy that you're happy,
but I wish that it were me.

It's human nature to be selfish,
that's why my heart is torn in two;
I was here when no one else was
I only wish that I knew
where and with whom
your heart lies
because the truths you've told
have been far too few.

My arms are holding blankets
and you're in her arms now.
I guess this is the final curtain call:
Please
Stand up
and take a bow.

Strangers.
we've become
Strangers
and without you
I've realized
how strange it is

to go from

Everything
to
Nothing
to
Best friends
and back to
Nothing.

And yet
I still love you;
though now we're
Strangers...

*isn't it strange,
how strange it is?

One year.
It's been
one year
without you
down here;
One year
full of
sadness and grieving
and tears.
One year of
questions, disbelief
and acceptance.
One year,
and I've learned
to count my blessings.
One year -
I pray that wherever
the afterlife takes us,
well I hope
that's where you are
and I hope
you're happy there,
because we
sure as hell miss you
Here.
One year.

If ever you need
an instant reminder
of your mortality;
cast your eyes
toward the night sky
and gaze upon
the endless stars.

I wish my heart could be
as innocent
as it once was
before it knew
h e ar t bre a k.

Dreams,
they're my own
worst enemy.
They won't
let me
let you
Go.

And when I
awake
from dreaming,
suddenly
I know
all I've ever needed
to know..

Missed calls at 1 am
I wonder where you are.
Even then, especially now
you always were too far.

I'm done with broken promises,
I'm over empty feelings.

What happened?
Tell me, please.
My head's spinning in circles
and I'm down here on my knees.

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I'm writing this a year and a half later
to let you know I'm still here.
But as for you, well I'm quite sure
you've up and disappeared.

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It's been two years since I started
this ******-up love letter
in your absence.
I wish I could say I still miss you,
that I'm still driven crazy by so much madness;
but I realized I'd been holding on
to the ghosts of
your words
your touch
and
You.

You were like
the ever-changing seasons,
and I soon realized:
You are no longer
the person
I once knew.