though it may sound cliché
you left an imprint on my heart.
similar to a tattoo,
but more of a battle scar.
you threw your words at me like hand grenades
and shot me so many times
i almost forgot how to stand back up.
though it may sound cliché,
here i am once again;
broken and bruised
but still standing.

an aching sensation erupts in the centre of my chest every night
while i lie in the cotton sheets
where you used to sleep
i call it 'love'
and can only be cured
with the touch of your porcelain fingertips
with the flash of your imperfectly perfect smile
and with the eyes that gave me the aching sensation
before i even knew what it was.

the beginning was bright

and nice to think back to

dizzy from joy

non existent butterflies

fluttering about

but it became nauseating

when you're ignored

torn apart by a thousand miles

and not a single thing inbetween

but a broken telephone wire

of a disconnected love

i lay here tonight, thinking of your warm hazel
eyes

how they danced with mine when i looked your
way

and the way your smile held a thousand secrets;

fingers intertwined but our hearts were on the loose

you didn't know how to feel love without fearing your horrid past

i could have kissed your pain away down to the depths of the ocean

but you left,

left me thinking of your warm hazel eyes.

i bottled everything inside

problems,
thoughts,
stress

i eventually broke the bottle,

shards of glass flying everywhere

an explosion of my secretive mind.

the glass had sliced the skin of others and myself

but i've learned

that scrapes and cuts heal

and there's nothing you can do but wait

because

time
        is
            **everything.

they knew all along

how i would smile knowingly

and tangle my thoughts with obvious memories,

visualizing our fingers laced together.

they knew

how i would close my eyes and picture you next to me

masking me from everything and everyone evil.

it's odd,

they knew everything

yet they ripped you away from me

too fast for me to unlace my fingers from yours.

i stared into my empty coffee mug

and instantly thought of you

for it was a clear symbol

of how i felt

the moment you walked away