i used to write to let out the pain
as ink spilled onto the smooth white surface
so did the excruciating truth
but now it seems
the ink is red
and it spills from the
wound that you left me
with every stroke of the pen
each memory of you and I
comes rushing back
like salt burning flesh

you would take me
to the most beautifully secluded places
we would lie wrapped up
in each other
but i guess you got tired
of just me and you
because you packed up your things
and drove off
i've been here in this place
for a year since you left
can't find my out
the sun never rises
but there are no stars
just darkness
and as i wander about
things jump out
and drag me down
but i keep getting up
for i hope i will find
someone else who was left here
alone

i really just need someone to care

i used to think that smile was just for me

summer is the most beautiful season
not because of the
shadows trees leave as sun 
filters through their branches

or the glittering of light rays
bouncing off the water's clear surface

it's the warm feeling of my cheek
on your smooth, bronzed skin 
as we lay in the sunshine 

your incredible smile 
as you emerge from the water
and lock eyes with me

you are my favorite season

i like to think i'm okay
i'm not the only one that hurts
others have it way worse
it just wasn't meant to be
every thing happens for a reason
time heals all wounds

but

as i watch the sun set
and the sky become dark
the stars take me back to
each night i spent in your arms
my mind becomes flooded
with haunted memories of lovely days
and i forget to remember all those
logical things
because all i remember is you

i see you in everything
not just in the lonely empty moments
as I walk through the bright day
surrounded by laughter
all I hear is your laugh
that I haven't heard in months
but I remember the exact sound
as if you are still inches away
smiling on my lips

i can almost see you