before you leave me forever,
promise me one thing.
promise me that
you'll remember me
as that girl
laying on your chest,
that cold December night.
(it was so magical,
I never thought we'd end after that night.)

remember me
as that girl
with beautiful blue-green eyes.
(but I never thought they were all that special.)

remember me
as that girl
with that loud, obnoxious laugh,
that I was so incredibility insecure about,
but you thought it was lovely.
(it isn't, you are.)

and, remember me
as that girl
with long, straight, red hair.
(which I never really liked straight.
but you did,
so I kept it that way.)

but, most of all,
promise me
that you'll remember me
as that girl
who gave you the biggest chunk of her heart
that she's ever given anyone,
because she loved you so much.
(and I still do.)

but, promise me this:
promise me
that you don't remember me
as that girl
who sobbed everytime she saw you
with someone new.
(why don't you miss me,
like I miss you?)

and as that girl
who screamed
"*******"
while fighting on the phone,
which led to our train
running off it's tracks.
(I'm really sorry.)

don't remember me
as that girl.
because, the girl that I really am,
she loved you so much.
so much, that in fact,
she forgot how to love herself
when you left.
(I wish you'd come back,
and show me what it's like
to be okay again.)

*(m.f.)

I gave you
e v e r y t h i n g.
and I did all that,
just to watch you
w a l k
a w a y
with my love,
and my sanity.

you walked through the door
and my entire body filled with butterflies.
you had forever in your eyes,
and love in every touch you made.

as I whisper "I love you",
you anwser me with a smile
and an "I love you, too."

and as you kisses my lips,
and run your fingertips across my skin,
energy goes through every bone I have.
and slowly, you put my shattered heart back together.
just like you put a puzzle back together
as soon as you take it out the box;
piece by piece.

but, little did I know
that I would soon begin to torture myself
with the memory of December 31st.
and little did I know that
our kisses would be memories burning in my mind
and that your touch would linger
so long, after you've gone.

and while I try to find my old self again,
I realize that my love for you is still as
burning red as it was that December night.
but, along with this.
I come to the agonizing realization
that your love for me is as faint
as the scars I have on my body,
from when you broke me
that January night.