I fell apart 127 times before I stopped trying to put myself back together. What kind of force were you to steal my foundation and my willpower too? What kind of God would make our paths cross for long enough to build an empire, and watch us as we took that time and set everything on fire? There is nothing left of what we built, ashes cover anything green. The proof of our conquests lies under rubble too heavy to remove. Water fizzles off rocks that waited too long in the sun for enough energy to create life, and then we are nothing but steam. I stopped being able to reconcile with your energies last fall when we were apart because everything you sent my way dug a hole in my spine and I finally collapsed on December 9th. I fell to my knees at 6:33 at night and the pit in my stomach is still there even though you are not.

I haven't stopped trying to put myself back together since you left.
At least I can say I have that going for me. You took a lot but you didn't take everything.