time bleeds over wounds
that become scars
that hold the secrets
of an unforgettable love
and the name I whisper
as I cry in my sleep
and I would send flowers
but the house we once shared
has burnt to the ground
and she thought
the death of a rose
was a waste of beauty
and a silly way
to express love
she broke my heart
as I was slowly killing hers
I had grown too comfortable
and forgotten to tend
the garden that we shared
she once claimed it was her mistake
but I know I'm the one to blame
shes the star
of the old black and white film
playing on the skin
of a ghost
shes the girl in the book
about the one that got away