I'm feeling a little weaker now, that you have finally decided to leave. There's not an ocean deep enough to chain me beneath, I'll still see the sun and compare it to your eyes. I'll still feel the knifes from when you said your goodbyes. Darling, times standing still, as my fingers tap nervously. Lying to myself, about how this couldn't be purposely. It's impossible to think all that love could be gone, or that there's a stranger in your room, putting your shirt back on.*

I've spent the last week hoping that I'd be fine, I've written hundreds of poems that I tried to trap you inside. But you seep through the cracks, you always remain. Your the one person I loved I guess I couldn't escape.

Are you proud babe?
well you should be.