I stared at it right in the face.
I’ve heard it go by many names.
Night, reaper, death.
I’ve seen it in many forms.
But I never thought I would see it in your eyes
The night you said goodbye.

You’re the best thing in my life and you can’t even remember me.
You’ve forgotten the way we used to be, yet I still go through the routine
Everyday.

When I read stories of people in love,
I always tried to play it out.
But when I met my lead,
All I wanted was to get out.

Winter is the season of love
For the romantics.
Spring is the season of love
For the refreshers.
Summer is the season of love
For the adventurers.
Fall is the season of love
For you and I.

I didn’t know death had a face
Until I felt the knife
Dig deeper into my back.
I didn’t know pain was death’s best friend
Until I felt my heart
Drop, drop, drop.

Even though you are not mine to hold, I still place you in my heart. Even though my time with you has come and gone, I would add more hours into the day if that meant I could talk to your soul once more. Even though I know I should move past the past, never forget when I loved you and how I still do. Even though life will pull us in different directions, I hope to keep you in mine. And even though you don’t love me as you once did, I am honored to have seen the stripped down parts of you that I did.

I want to make you forget why you hate the things you do. 
Whether it’s from past memories with ghosts long gone. 
Or if it’s because your dad loved it so and you couldn’t bare it after his hand met your cheek. 
I want to make you forget about why you cry alone at night. 
Or be there to cry with you.
Maybe ruffle your hair, tap your nose, and kiss your lips. 
I want to make you forget about why you don’t like the color yellow. 
How it’s the color of the dress she wore when she broke your heart. 
The same yellow your mother loved when she left this world. 
I want to make you mine. 
Mine like the body I possess. 
Mine like the heart that beats in my chest. 
I want that body, and that heart, to be yours.