Many nights I have spent wishing you would come back
I'd combat the thoughts of you with numbing substance
pressing random buttons forming words and sentences.
I have mentioned this about you a couple thousand times
"each succeeding line is all written in the presence of her
as the nights bother the days; I've spent minutes dazed,
felt crazed that she would be so far and so distant".
People say time heals all wounds, as if tombs would open up
and frozen hearts would start to roam the Earth once again.
It's all a fantasy, to fantasise a world where time heals wounds
is like repainted rooms would had not once held the colours before,
the pretence and second layer is a covered decor, it's fictitious
to witness the ticking of time and suggest that scars fade,
and part ways are path ways that don't necessarily mean anything.
Times don't heal scars, nor do they properly heal the wounds,
the tunes that once shared between two people in tune still hurt
and words spoken between the two lips and heard by the two ears
are fears of memories still trying to dig itself out of the coffin
buried beneath the passage of time and the belief that everything is okay.
It isn't okay...
It hasn't been okay...
Time is supposed to heal wounds but I'm consumed by the memories
the Decembers, the Februarys; months go by and the scars are still there
the wounds are still bare to the touch and all I can do is open up
the poison that numbs the feeling.
It isn't okay...
It hasn't been okay...
They keep telling me time heals all wounds, but the golden minutes
only brings up old memory visits that lead me back to where you lay.
I'd play would you rather with you one more time if I could talk to you,
but time undoes what I couldn't do. Time keeps passing and it's letting me
still remember you and for that I am thankful.

I love you.
One more year has passed.

I wish you could kiss the bruises on my heart
make the marks vanish one by one so that each beat
continues to meet the next and each time my heart
pumps the art it has stored in there, it wouldn't be so tragic.
The static words, deceased on the page like snowflakes
misshapen by the treacherous winds, melted to a droplet
and softened the stones like teardrops softening a once sturdy heart.

I wish you could kiss the bruises on my heart
but so far you've been the depiction in every word,
every hurt and every tear I've ever written about.
You are without a doubt the muse behind my writings,
the angel igniting the flames that fuels my heart
and art would be meaningless had it not seen the influence of you.
You are every sloppy kisses, every awkward hugs,
enough to make me want to try all my mistakes again
like defend my heart only to have the fences defenceless.

I wish you could kiss the bruises on my heart...

Hearing words of kindness
From a stranger, a new friend,
(Or anyone for that matter)
Is a rarity these days.
I only bring pain
And disappointment,
Or at least, it seems that way.
But to hear sweet, beautiful words
From a newfound friend
It makes my heart flutter
And fills my somber mind
With joyful, blissful thoughts.

There was a time when I gave you all that I could give
I've lived moments of my life in the sheer pursuit of you,
trusted you, refuted the news that you have found
and bound yourself in the hidden part of someone's heart.
There was a time when I knew what I was doing
choosing between what I really wanted and what I needed
succeeded in pushing smiles to frowns and ups to downs
I've been around this part of life for a long time.

There was a time when I gave you all that I could give
I've lived moments of my life, just hoping you would notice
but the days seem hopeless when your smile settles stitched
betwixt the happiness of another person. This heart feels frozen,
dilapidated by chosen mistakes, seems that my face
wears the sullen blame of losing what was left of this heart.

This heart seems to beat faster than I've thought possible
in hopes that you hear it's messages, the passages of confession
a relayed succession of beats like the roar of a drum.

But the days seem hopeless.
The closest I've come to being happy
was thinking back on the laughs we shared.
Oh, but it's all a distant memory now.
Goodbye beautiful girl,
I'll always remember you in my heart.

She and I, we lived completely different lives
like night and day trying not to be afraid of being in between.
I've seen a dark sky eclipse the brightest days,
the highways drenched in complete silence
a timeless space where no cars are passing by
and you and I were forever destined to go separate ways,
except we weren't really moving.

I've lived through the Hellos and I've survived the goodbyes
the wind might cry but I'm certain we were meant to part...
Because she and I, we lived completely different lives
like tangent lines, never meant to be together forever
just an effort to prolong the possibility of being apart.

Because she and I, we lived completely different lives...

I hope you're hearing my words when I say this,
You're no plain fish or cray fish that's somewhat wasteful
it's distasteful to think you're feeling tasteless
faceless to me but your words leap so beautifully
you're new to me but I wished I'd met you sooner
because luna lights are striking my eyes and I'm still reading
feeding my thoughts with all your written poems.

Your words are like fuel to a fire that burns the brightest spark
the heaviest hearts could amass your words and still find that the
brightest lights blinding quiet eyes to be an understatement.
Your words are like a thunderous cloud clashing with a calm sky
written to deny the fictitious aspects of life, written to reveal
the peeling mask behind every fake smile, written to heal
the steel hearts who have learnt cruelty from bruises and cuts.

I hope you read this written piece, because you're no Nemo or Dory,
your story is your own unique pathway, you're far from ordinary
because ordinary isn't a word that fits you at all, you're special
so let the Gods test you and I hope that you never falter or crumble,
stumble a few times if you must, but you're not a fish
you're a person, and though ignorance is bliss, you're aware of the world.
So wear off the world because everything around you,
can not truly sparkle as much as you do.