People leave,
          you got it?
That's just
          what they do.

I don't believe in soul mates.

Because
   you
      were
         mine,

but
now
you're
                gone.

Hear that
knocking
on the door?

It could
be someone
made for you.

Or it could just be me,

braving the thrill of
your words once more.

It smells like snow.
The air whips crisply through
her lungs as she inhales.

It smells like new parchment.
The excitement of a new book
just waiting to be read.

It smells like Christmas.
Brings her back to when
even Santa Claus was real.

It smells like horses.
They always make her
feel completely free.

It smells like nostalgia,
      brings the memories back.

It smells like regret,
      pain follows each breathe.

It smells like fear,
      that she had but one chance.

It smells like hope.*
That fickle friend
    promises to catch her,
        but still lets her fall.

And now
It smells like you.
So full of the past
that I wish my lungs
                               would
                                      stop.

I didn't cry or anything.
I hadn't talked to him in years.
But I couldn't shake the question:
Could I have prevented it?

I had thought to contact him,
show him someone cared.
He had always been insecure,
always had a spot in my heart.

But I brushed the thought aside
like a stray hair across my face.
And yet, I still can't help thinking
that *I could have changed things.

Give me your secrets,
give me your lies.
I'll hide them away
in the back of my mind.

I'll tell you I love you,
you'll tell me the same.
You think it is perfect,
I don't remember your name.

'Cause it all melds together
in one big metal ***,
full of stories and memories,
now just ashes, the lot.

You tug
            tug
                tug

on my heartstrings again.


They say,

"Do what you must,
just don't let him in."

Mira mis manos.
Han sido vacias
por todos los días
desde que te saliste.

Da una vuelta,
mira mi cara.
Sigue los recuerdos,
y regresa a mi.