It used to be high fives and summery smiles and (empty) promises and kisses on cheeks and tugging at daisies and now it's you tugging on my heartstrings when you leave; it's bruised knuckles, broken promises and shattered glass and I didn't think it would hurt this much when you left because after all, "everything is temporary and nothing is forever" but now you're gone and it's like you couldn't bare to leave empty handed. You took fragments of skin and bone; everything you wanted from me was the only good I had left and now I'm back to square one and I wish you weren't so ******* selfish.