To forget you, I thought I would delete our messages.
Our pictures together, even your number.

I then remembered all the memories are carved in my heart and burned in my mind.

What cruelty is a heart
It beats and breaks and tears us apart,
Love which is ment to mend,
Leads us rather to our end,
I know its selfish but I cant help it,
All my life I looked for love,
My luck that it was found and stolen away,
Doesnt he know!?
One word from his lips and I will crumble,
Every day I wake thinking of him,
Sweet dreams of mine are filled with his voice,
No one gets why I am so sad
They never had love like I had,
Loser me lost it so easy,
Out of my hands it went,
Vearing towards a downward *****,
Entering hell that never ends,
Maybe if I died this pain would end,
Every day my mind thinks,
And we have only been apart a week.
Never will I be okay with it,
Yet I find peace knowing he's happy,
More often I cry alone,
One tear follows another,
Running away from reality seems nice,
Every daydream he's there and loves me again.

When the familiar starts to sound unfamiliar and the same words don't have the same meanings because they don't come from the same mouth, you know it's gone. When you start to hate the sound of something you once loved to hear only because it doesn't feel the same and because it isn't the right sound, you know it's gone. When soft sounds to you feel like sharp words and pointy edges that hurt rather than feel good because they remind you of something that could have been instead of something that could be, that's when you know it's gone; love is gone.