I've said a lot of things about how my heart was in desperate need of hope.

But when the illusion flew in, making me believe I got it.
I watched my heart break into a thousand pieces.

I go over our hearts everyday each carved with exceptional words of truth until the very crack that broke us.

Two years later and it still hurts...
Two years later and I still wonder who was at fault to this.

It can't be me because not a day would pass without my heart loving you.
Not a minute would beat without my mind clouded with your voice, smile and just you.
Not a second would pass without the yearning feeling to be with you.

Did I feel too much?

My heart breaks even more with the thought of what we were.
We can't even begin to say we're friends,
That word has become stale to our tongues.

I still miss you.
Us really, we were the best of friends.
The best of everything.

I've said a lot of things about how my heart was in desperate need of hope.
But that need turned into the bitter pain of heart ache.