Your name is the loveliest word
I've ever said. In my life
I've never known someone like you.
Your aura is a quilt
that I could spend all day in
if you'd let me.
I think the chances of me meeting
another you are absurd
and I find the whole idea
to be terrifying.
I could make so much room
for you in my heart.

We were lovers,
we were lovers
or so it seemed.

We were lovers,
with burning souls
and hearts on fire.

We were lovers,
always heavy
never taken lightly.

We were lovers,
or so it seemed.
Maybe we were
never in love at all.

One of the many things you will have to believe without seeing is the way people choose to survive.

I feel as though my handwriting isn't pretty enough to write down the ugly thoughts in my head.

No matter how much scrubbing I do, your fingerprints and DNA are still left all over my body.

No amount of drugs I do, no amount of alcohol I drink, and no amount of boys I kiss will ever make me forget you.

You did this to me.
You created this in me.
You made me out to be what I am today.
You ripped me apart, from the outside in.
Then you left.
And now I'm left
to fend for myself.
Alone.
Alone.
So lonely.