Your words have no face value because I know your core.
The spiteful words that echoed in my ear made no impression on me, sorry to disappoint
I love you, and even if you're not sorry, I forgive you.
I know the real you so well it does not phase me to see you this way. So destructive.
One day you will have to face those demons you have been neglecting, kicking under your bed.
You may curse and scream and SHOUT at the top of your lungs that you no longer feel the love that was once shared so powerfully between us, but i know you do. You care
You care and you think about me and you love to reminisce, but you have moved on.
You have moved on to someone who loves you the way I once did- She knows your love for Steven king and reminds you to text her when you get home because your safety is more important than anything else.
But some advice for the road; A fight can be resolved, a fight does not mean things can never be repaired.
Love, love her, and forgive
Love endlessly...
I hand this off to you in hopes that we can make amends, to old times and memories that will never be forgotten. I hope I keep that special place in your heart, but if you need to make room.. so be it. You will never not have a friend in me-

That extra place setting is starting to make an impression on my guests.
without asking they know i'm full of hope that one day you'll change your mind, and come home to me with your bags
acting as though nothing has changed
i'd pick up old habits and impress you with familiar words-
making you feel comfortable in your own skin.

I wonder if you ever got the help you said you  needed
maybe she became your help. your patch. Your cold turkey.
she made you believe the toxins you put in would be better once they came out,  
these habits stunt your growth, and you may be as high as cherry trees but internally you're rotting away due to the harsh chemicals suffocating you, the pressure to be something you're not breathing down your neck - release this image and crack that mirror you've been afraid to look into.
Face yourself
help yourself
She is a **** entangled in your roots, roots that lead to a greater, greener being.
A relationship not so symbiotic has you fooled down to your clownish feet
I would feel sorry for you but there is no room to
I hope you get the help you need
water yourself and stop looking into the fire - it dries you out

having to constantly remind myself that the memories i have of you are overdue. You are no longer the lover of books and finer things. You no longer love blonde hair and hazel eyes
you are new - not necessarily bad new, but new.
the smell of a car fresh off the lot
the pigmented, bright colors of a new pack of markers
you are restarting, while i am stuck in motion
someone stopped time and resuscitated me. It happens from time to time.
I think I am done, that life is finally flowing and time is flying by, but it never ends.
You are wherever I look, whatever i read, The bittersweet of whatever I taste.
The good memories are kept close, inside a locket, near my heart - To remind me of who you where when you claimed to love me
I loved you then, and I will love you now.
If, and only if, you decide to ever reenter my life
Do not be afraid
I will break you in

misery loves company they say
misery-
the misery of losing a loved one l, a friend, a sister, an influence
someone who made you laugh till your gut ached and your eyes watered
someone who knew everything about you
A fighter
Every breath is taken in honor of you- life has gained new meaning
I will guide you while you stand on my feet, mimicking every move you once made
And in the distress of a lost, I gained an old friend
Someone whose voice shook my insides and welcomed my heart back with a subtle hello
New life, New beginnings, Endings, Fresh starts, Tragedies - Colliding and crashing into one another
When it rains It pours, she says
Needing you will always harass me
Missing her will hit me at times, just as the pain of you haunted me for nearly.. well, who are we kidding? It still haunts me and hides until someone says your name, or I see your face plastered across my screen  
So, I will learn to love. Slowly. And I will learn to Grieve. Slowly.
you will learn that my love never dies, and so will she.

You flash me that smirk I know way too well.
One that I have tried to shield myself from but have failed miserably.

I thought avoiding you was moving on.
I thought being with someone else was moving on.

But when you walked back into my life and decided to tell me you miss me, I was reeled back in.

Your voice, your laugh, the colour of your eyes, the prominent shape of your jawline; they were all my thoughts could circle.
Everything I thought I had forgotten about you came in and drowned me, reminding me of all the suppressed feelings I tried not to show.

You were my temptations.
And a hug turned into begging for a kiss.
And begging for a kiss turned into explaining I had a boyfriend.
And explaining I had a boyfriend turned into wondering, if it really came down to it, who would I choose?

But then my brain starts to kick in and tell me no.
It tells me what could have been.
What should have been.
What wouldn't have been.