I lay my to rest and my eyelids collapse
the last person they see is you
my mind travels miles away to a perfect place
the first person I see is you

I don't need an super healing abilities
because your smile heals all my wounds
I don't need a set of wings
because your touch makes my head light and I start to hover

I wish I could look at me though your beautiful eyes
so I can see what you see when you look at me
I wish I could touch me through your hand
and hope you feel how I feel when you touch me

I have no idea how or why I let myself fall this far
all I know is I have fallen... hard
its painful watching his hand  on your waist
but I kinda like the pain

the most painful part is that you will never know
never know how much I care
never know the extent of my love
never know what its like to be truly loved
never know the pain I feel
never know I dream about u

I can almost feel your hand in mine
but right before I feel your fingers,
my eyes open.. it was just a dream
I smile and shut my eyes tightly
hoping I can return to my dream
because that is the only way I know how to reach you

Your touch still burns through my skin
and I can feel it every day and your words still attack the neurons in my brain and send the message of comfort whenever I feel terrible and your ghost still stays in my eyes whenever I turn around thinking I saw you and I notice you aren't there  

it's getting harder and harder to pretend that everything is okay because I don't feel okay and I know we aren't okay even though "we" never actually existed

it's scary to accept that you no longer care

I think I've washed away and all that's left of me is residue
A slippery silver lining
Of what my sadness felt like between your toes
Crunching under your steps

There are 5 steps to recovery
Breathe in, breathe out, breathe in
Don't breathe anymore
All the stepping has stopped

And it's quiet on the ocean
The waves aren't crashing into the stars
The stars aren't bleeding into each other
Not as long as the winds don't move

There's a film on tips of wave tops
Thin and disappearing
All that's left is residue

Here is the ancient floor,
Footworn and hollowed and thin,
Here was the former door
Where the dead feet walked in.

She sat here in her chair,
Smiling into the fire;
He who played stood there,
Bowing it higher and higher.

Childlike, I danced in a dream;
Blessings emblazoned that day;
Everything glowed with a gleam;
Yet we were looking away!