Let today teach me the things that yesterday did not.

As I stare at the paper
My mind is  loud
My pen is  still
And seconds later
It bleeds,
Leaving permanent marks,
Hurting & trying to hide my feelings

Eventually I ran out of words,
Missiles began to hit
The words began to drag

The rose bloomed
It was beautiful
The colors sprung
It was full of life

Bees rejoiced
Butterflies flew
For the, oh, so pretty
Rose and morning dew

One day it looked tired
From all of its glory
It started to fade
It started to wither

The rose was never the same
It's just like all of us
Trapped in a cliche
And never-ending cycle

Porcelain angels
are delicate things
and darling,
you broke
your own wings.

I never said goodbye.
Instead I let you fall,
further and further
until you left the hope
that was my
peripheral vision.

I could not have you.
I could not keep you.
I could not keep the
simple pleasures
that are met alongside the
empty-handed.
I was forced to leave without
a whisper in your ear
to say that
you are beautiful.

And if I had said it
what would we be?
What would you have done
had you known?

But I cannot wonder
on answers I lack.
Questions that will remain
static
but only in my past.

Do not forget me.
Do not forget the things
I never said.
The reason for the
smiles
I didn't show.

We are the past:
The distant memories,
hazy slur of another time.
Soon your face will
lose its features
somewhere in my mind,
the sound of your voice
will be
silenced.

But remember my name.
Hold on,
keep it in a drawer
by your bed,
check to see if it is still there
every night before the
sleep of dreams
void of my face and the way
we danced.

Pray,
do not forget.