One year ago, a world without you
seemed almost unfathomable.
I thought that if we broke up,
my heart would stop beating,
time would end,
everything as I knew it would crash.

When you broke up with me,
all of my worst nightmares came true,
and now I can't even look back on us
without everything crashing down
onto me,
a tornado of memories
a hurricane of tears
and an earthquake inside of my heart.
The world almost did end,
and I wouldn't have been surprised
if hell froze over or pigs started flying.

It's been almost six months,
and I can't stop thinking of you,
remembering our good times,
remembering out bad times.
The only thing that I can't remember
is when things changed.

When did we stop smiling during kisses
and stop telling each other our secrets?
When did we stop trying to get to know each other
and stop talking all together?
When did we stop trying to fix us,
and just allow ourselves to fall apart?
When did you stop wiping my tears away,
and when did you become the cause of them?

The good times were like laying in a field of flowers,
bathing in the warmth of the sun
and finding shapes in the clouds.
The bad times were like a harsh frostbite
after walking for hours in a blizzard.