I miss the way your blue eyes sparkled when you smiled.

I miss the way you said my name.

I miss the way you talked to me.

I miss the way you cared.

I miss the way you made me feel.

I miss the way your body swayed back and forth.

I miss you.

How can you not see
The pain in her eyes
As she sits there and cries

How can you not see
The scars in her heart
As it rips her apart

How can you not see
The thoughts in her head
As she wishes she was dead

How can you not see
That three little words
Eight little letters

Is all it would take

You told me to write this down
So I did.
It was the first thing you ever wanted to be permanent.

But a year later I found out you had scribbled it out
With a black Sharpie.

Now I’m left wondering just how permanent words are.

Your eyes were as blue as the oceans,
Your body swayed like trees in the breeze,
Your voice was the calming to the raging storm inside me,
Your laugh was the remedy to my depression,
Your presence was the comfort for my loneliness.

These cuts I make
Are small compared to my real pain
My wounds go deeper
Than any blade can cut
And they leave bigger marks
Than the simple scars
Blood flows out of my wounds
Yet I live on
My heart still pounds its steady beat
Even as I scream
My heart cries out for help
As do my lips
I will continue to cut and cry
Until at last I die

Do you know the power for your words?
How they break my heart.
Do you know I can’t see beyond those scars?
That words that might not have been spoken in hurt,
Have cut me far too hard.
And the hole burned in my side,
Won’t heal in time.