It's odd to think about things that we should let go.

A song that was introduced to you by a friend who is basically a stranger now.

Someone who's bad for you.

Nightmares that led to nothing but your death.

Pictures drawn years ago that shouldn't matter now.

Promises broken by people who mean(t) more to you than they know.

Speak to me
Don't write to me
Don't write to me with those foreign, lifeless
periods that keep your words from dancing
like they used to
when you used to
Speak to me.

You.
You are the sunlight that filters through the leaves on the trees, leaving a golden warmth in patterns on the ground.
You are the smell of the earth after rain, rich with the musty aroma that brought memories back like rivers, or floods, or waterfalls.
You are the deepest part of the night. You are the silence. You are the soft sound of breathing in the moonlight.
You are the whispers like peppermint kisses on my tongue.
You are the stars, the velvet sky at night, the fiery sunrises, the clouds that drift like smoke.
You are the sand between my toes, you are the snow crunching under my feet.
And you are so beautiful. And you are gone.

I dug a little too far into myself and ended up staring at you

Sadness without a reason is the worst because how do you solve a problem without a cause?

I guess forever was just words to you
I shouldn't have let your lies seep through
Maybe my skin was too thin
Maybe I shouldn't have let you in
But now its all over
And now you are gone
My heart was like a diamond
Trapped in a safe
The combination being you
And those snake eyes saw right through
I never thought it to be possible
But the only thing harder than my heart of diamond
Was yours of ice