when you left, i
was only left with
theses photographs.
and i looked them so many
times so that the
image of your
face won't leave
too.

i am my favorite song
i am rhythms and patterns, strategically placed
i am mezzo-piano
i am fortissimo

I am dynamics and crescendo
i am all the words i don't know

i am the sound of my guitar
with the "phaser" **** turned up

i will be amplified, i will be loud
and looped
and manic.

im the noise you can't get out of your head
i am sound
i am a whisper and a shout
perfectly blended

i am velocity
i am the build-up
and then the drop

i am the echo in a dark room
i am my favorite song.

life is so unpredictable,
it changes with the seasons,
even your coldest winter,
happens for the best of reasons,
and though it feels eternal,
like all you'll ever do is freeze,
i promise spring is coming,
and with it, brand new leaves.

Lately I've been oblivious
It's the cold weather that reminds me
of you.
It makes me think off all the pain
and all the happiness you brought
me.
It reminds me of the nights I wondered
The emptiness of my mind thinking of
you and hoping you were doing the
same.

I know that he hurt you and now you
want to build walls around your heart
so no one can ever make you feel such
pain ever again, but darling, you'll only
hurt yourself in the end.

she wanted to tell him she
missed him, but knew it wouldn't
change  a thing so she just kept
pretending she didn't

let's pretend for just one minute
more
that I'm yours and you're mine again
but I get to walk away from all the
mess you left, your emptiness.
I want to forget about the pain
in me.