my eyes swell with salt filled memories
memories of love and pain
combined into toxicity

my love wasted
me wanting him like
some strung out addict

pathetic feelings strike my heart
wanting to do anything to get my fix
anything to hear his voice

to do whatever it takes to find out what hes doing
who he is with
and if he is thinking of me

My heart died the day i found out about her
how easily i could be forgotten
how easily it was all over for him

how could love this strong be dead
how could first time lovers we wasted
how could this happen

a flash from summer love to winter kisses
separated for a lovers quarrel  duration
to the fighters and yellers

our love didnt remain perfect
but it doesnt mean i didnt love it
doesnt mean i dont miss it