that faint memory
of those old summer days
being lost in him
you know the one
falling over his smile and wondering
how did the universe come up with him
then realizing
he probably doesn't think the same about you
time has passed
you feel the same, and that faint memory
does not seem so faint

i try to cover it up
drugs, clothes, anything really
but they still say
you look like **** today
i shrug it off, hoping it's just the illness
or maybe they're using it as an excuse
i wouldn't be surprised or care for that matter
for my illness will be gone soon, along with me

I never believed you could fall out of love
like you never believed when i told you
your face told a thousand stories
but all the same ending
all that's left is this burning in my chest
where butterflies used to be
i found what i loved and let it destroy me
limb from limb
but oh god
i loved you. i love you.

we are two of a kind
yet separated by our own armour
pulling in our problems
just to let them go
full of life and sorrow
only to meet again
years later
the cycle goes on and on