Love looks so good on you, it gives you a glow I had never seen before. A spark in your eye that looks as if it is able to ignite a flame that could burn down the entire forest we used to walk through together. Now I kind of wish it would so I could sit back and watch then dance upon the ashes the way we used to dance whenever we heard a slow song. I fell for your smile and was willing to break my back just to feel it against my lips, but now all I see is it pressed to his and all the sudden the only thing breaking is my heart. The pieces lay scattered around me as I sit in the same spot I used to lay reading the notes we would trade back and forth. Surrounded by the words you wrote upon the old folded up papers from the day we met to the day you left. Now all that are left of those words are the ashes from the flame we once had. The knives you covered with venom before slashing me with are now the very same knives I have to resist using upon myself day after day. Our song playing on the radio used to make me fly higher the clouds we would watch laying upon the hill together. Today the lyrics are more like an alarm clock ringing right in the best part of my favorite dream, no matter how hard I try I can't ignore it and it automatically crushes my mood. I hate to admit it but looking back I suppose my friends were right, you were never good for me, you were the poison when I thought you were my antidote. You still course through my veins though, maybe that's why no matter how hard I try and no matter how far I run you stick right there in the back of my mind slowly driving me closer to the edge of insanity. The line between the truth and an absolute lie is so thin with you that I don't know if you ever actually cared or if I was just your pawn in the game of chess you continually played to get him back. No hard feelings though right, we both walked away with something from the hell we called us, you got him and I got the knowledge that I should never trust another person as completely as I trusted you. They say the best things in life are free and maybe it should've been a sign when no matter where we were or what we were doing you wanted money for something. I wish nothing but the best for you even after all this time and energy you stole from me. Whether you ever actually cared about me or not, its no secret that I truly did love you. Hell somewhere in the scorched remains of what you left of my heart I probably still do. Love never dies even when it makes you wish you could. One day I'll love again and when I do no matter how badly I wish I could say I hope she'll remind me nothing of you I can't because not everything about you was bad. The way you showed a passion for what you cared about, the fire I felt from your soul and the way you gave your all to others even when they didn't deserve it. It inspired me, made me want to become a better person and change the way I was living. Ironically you may have saved me, pulled me out of the way of the bullet, just to take the gun and bash me over the head with it. I guess what I'm saying is I never want to see you hurt the way you made me hurt, but I also never want you to come back around because if you do I don't know if I could resist the fire in your eyes, kiss and touch, and I've been burnt by you enough.