I toss and turn.
Much like the sea.

I can no longer inhale the air you're breathing.

It's as if we are no longer words apart...
But chapters instead.
Maybe even further away than that.

I'm confused as to who you think I am.
I'm even more confused as to who you really are...

Do I wait?
Or should I keep turning the pages without you?

Every night that surpasses us feeds me disappointment. The days go on and you are no longer the one you once were. Afraid to become infatuated this new identity, I knew my heart cannot be attacked for my guard will no longer fall to your knees. The love we both were familiar with has dwindled out and it's all because of you.

You’re the meteor shower I stay awake all night for.

The nights spent next to you are no longer filled with excitement and your body next to me seems so lifeless in the morning. Every good morning kiss begins to feel like a good-bye and the routinely I love you is going bland. We told ourselves we wouldn't get in too deep, but honey we're stuck here with no place to go but our separate ways.

& tomorrow morning while she opens her eyes, kiss her neck to make sure she wakes up with a smile. Don’t get up & cook her a fancy breakfast that she’ll only eat half of, instead lay there & play with her hand as the sun rays bright up the room. As the smell of her skin enlightens your life. Despite of how much she criticizes her hands, let her see how much of a perfect fit they are for yours. Of how after long days of sailing her hands are the lighthouse your boat will always follow in search of home. Play with her hair until she falls back asleep & listen to her heartbeat, watch her dream. & while she’s slipping away from the world tell her everything. Of how you at times miss her even after just seeing her. Of how you melt every time she says your name. Of how every letter to hers has become everything to you. Of how she completes you. Tell her how you bruised your knuckles in breaking your walls to have her come in & sat there for days & watched them bleed out every bit of doubt yet you never emptied them out. How you refused to show her fearing she’d hurt in trying to fix them & realizing she couldn’t heal all of me. But tell her she was always enough for me. Tell her 10 or 40 years from now while wheelchair shopping, I’ll still look at her & feel the world stop. How I’ll always carry a piece of her & how she’ll always have a hug saved with me.

Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
My world was once devoted to you.

Daises are yellow,
Carnations are pink,
Our souls no longer stay in sync.

Heathers are mauve,
Lilies are white,
I can no longer battle this fight.

The bruises turn purple,
The scabs turn brown,
I think it's time to put my foot down.

I begin to see black,
Your knuckles bleed red,
What goes on inside your head?

I see the white light
And you begin to realize,
"Why, oh why, was I not right?"