I am still your kind of beautiful
But not your kind of love.
You are still my kind of love,
But not my kind of "mine".
"I still want to be friends,"
Is like running a race and placing first,
But being told that something went wrong
And you are disqualified.
(I have been disqualified from your heart, I guess,
If anything at all.)

You were part of my world
And I was part of yours.
You're still part of mine,
But I fell through the cracks
When the ground shook and your world was redesigned.
I wish I could see the stars from here.
(I caught myself thinking that the stars were in your eyes,
And that I would rather see your eyes than see the sky.)
At least I am still part of your world, down here.
I content myself with the thought that it is better to
Have been forgotten here than to have been consciously eliminated.
I run my fingers over the molten rock, knowing that at least here
I can be (at) the centre of your world.
(It is a selfish and rather stupid thought that I don't necessarily agree with
But at least I am here
And not nowhere.)

I hate that I remember what day I (we) fell (apart),
But I can't remember what day we first kissed.
I can't remember what day you first said, "I love you".
I can't remember what day I first said, "I love you".
(I can't remember the sound of your voice,
And I hate that I can't remember what it felt like
To be yours.)

How do you go from first place
To "did not finish"?
How do you go from "in love"
To "just friends"?
(I thought things were going great.
How long had things been less than great on your end?)

I suppose one day weeds will choke the flowers
That were planted by your memory
And fertilized by your love.
And one day when those weeds die,
New flowers will be planted by someone else.
Perhaps the wind will stop whispering your name
In favour of howling someone else's.
The sky will take the stars back from your eyes
And I guess fill someone else's someday.
But for now it is all still yours and for you.
(I still want it to be yours but you don't want it anymore.)

Now I face storms alone.
The clouds yell and fight the way we never did.
(I never got to know what it was like to be with you
When thunder rumbled and lightning struck.)
Things are no longer the same.
I am no longer the same.
And neither are you.

We gave each other the world
Until you took yours back.
You are my kind of love,
But now you're not my kind of "mine".