i swear to god you took all the stars with you when you left.
i know this because when i lay where we used to lay together to watch the abyss that is the sky, all i can see is black.
there are no longer those tiny dots of burning hope and happiness scattered across my view.
all i can see is black.
i actually used to like black, but as soon as you sent that ******* message i ran and burnt everything i owned that happened to be anywhere near that dismal shade.
we used to point out the beauty in every person we saw on the street.
now every time i leave the house i scowl at every human i see, for every pair of eyes i see just remind me of yours.
you used to stroke my skin, you loved how that movement could give me goosebumps.
every time i'm cold i feel like setting myself on fire just so i don't have to look at those little ******* bumps that i declared belonged to your hands.

i opened up my heart to you.
my heart reached out to yours, and then you disappeared.
what resulted was me laying on the pavement, bleeding and crying out for help that i ******* knew would not be coming.

silence exists as wind billows
through the night sky
echoes through wary hearts
a sudden high

the landscape erupts
as loneliness is now confined
a freeing passion
remains of lost signs

the ocean depict
a pain deep inside
that is all but forgotten
in the shadows they hide

(b.d.s.)

There is a garden in my lungs
With butterflies roaming in me

Lost butterflies are crowded in
They are wanting to be set free

The garden grew from feelings
With lovely roses you can't see

Red beautiful roses everywhere
With painful thorns stabbing me

This is the secret garden of mine
Living where my lungs should be

Maybe one day I will show you it
Because all this is suffocating me