I use to feel sorry about losing it all, I felt sorry for the hurt we were feeling. I felt sorry for taking a love away from you that I thought you deserved. I don’t feel sorry anymore, I’m glad we lost it all. Why should I feel sorry about giving you everything and walking away when you gave me nothing? I’m not sorry for realizing what I deserve, and I’m not sorry for the hurt I was feeling. I was angry, I was sad, and I was disappointed for settling for a love that wasn’t even love. It was *******. It was a sad excuse for love, and I knew I wanted a love that was real, not like the movies but a love that made me feel, made me a better person. Your love knocked me down, made me someone I wasn’t, your love made me numb when all I wanted to do was feel. I’m not sorry we lost it all, but I was for a brief second until I realized who I was, and the love I was capable of giving, you helped me realize I deserved better, more love, more friendship and deserved to feel instead of being numb to the world around me. I use to be sorry but now I’m thankful we lost it.

You were just like winter, you were the coldest, holding you too long made me numb, it hurt and it even had the power to make me lose parts of myself. Loving you was like getting frostbite, you left permanent scars of the hurt you caused. Your heart was pure ******* ice and nothing could thaw that cold dead heart of yours. You had me trapped, caught under a blanket of snow, had me scared that the snow from you was going to keep falling, piling up on top of me. You didn’t hear me screaming, you didn’t come looking for me, you were so self centred that you didn’t even notice everything you put on me. Now I’m suffering with Chionophobia thanks to you. With you, I never knew when one of your storms was going to blow through, stopping our days plans, making things dangerous and slippery around you. You were so unpredictable. Winter and you, both the reason for the change in my moods, the reason I avoided things, laying in bed - day after day. You lived your life in patterns, only staying in one place for a few months before you had to leave. I bet you didn’t know, that I ******* hated winter, I still do, thanks to you.

This was all for you, a long time ago.
Forever ago, when our demons sung to one another from miles away. Singing songs about each other that felt both like a love song but covered in heart break. It was all for you, a long time ago. Forever ago, until my demons stopped singing with yours, and learned to let go.

She cried out, while her demons hummed a song of sorrow
“Will you sing me a song, my love?”
“Will you write me a song, a song about our love? Our demons can hum a tune to sing too.”
But there was no love, there was no harmony between us, nor rhythm, we made white noise, a lot of ******* nonsense white noise.

This was all for you, a long time ago.
Forever ago, when our demons sung to one another from miles away. Singing songs about each other that felt both like a love song but covered in heart break. It was all for you, a long time ago. Forever ago, until my demons stopped singing with yours, and learned to let go.

I still hear echoes of your demons howling to me, trying to sing but very out of tune. Singing songs that could be a love song but to me sounds like words that howl goodbye.

This was all for you, a long time ago,
But, not anymore
My demons sing her to sleep, night after night,
And they sound so beautiful.
This is all for her, for a long time from now.

She looked right at me, with this look, a look that screamed she was aching for love,






                                 one that wouldn’t destroy her.

It’s time love, time for you to forget me.
I know you don’t understand but it’s hard to explain. It’s hard to feel love for someone like you. Our past makes this hard to even ever begin again, and I’d have to tell you which means letting you in.
It’s time love, time for you to forget me.
I know you don’t want to because along the way, we became best friends. Somehow along the way, my heart started aching for your smile.
I hear you telling me to get out of my own head, and let love in but I can’t tell you that it’s your love I crave incase it’s the reason you push me away.
It’s time love, time for you to forget me.
I know you don’t want to forget me and you’ll say something sweet and I’ll drop to my knees.
I’ll pray I could be half the person you need.
I won’t be, and I can’t tell you how much I wish it was me, so I sit and listen to you tell me all about how he makes you feel.
But it’s time love, time for you to forget me.

You are the most manipulative creature with your alligator tears. Claiming to feel bad for eating your prey but you never stop, you do it over and over again, hoping the fake display of emotion will mask the joy you really get from killing others for your own survival. You only hunt the weak at heart.

The way you weigh my heart down,
that’s deepest scar I carry.