This last go around it was
abundant in your voice.
You sneakily throw in my face
just one of the many pretty things
this mouth could bring to life.
You know your marks,
you know where it hurts most.
I finally tried to be better,
the one that used to make your heart sing.
But every time you come around,
just silent screaming blurs.
It isn't anyone's fault,
just the way stars cross.
Filled with regret,
I can never seem to forget
the way it used to be.
Just you and me and
the endless possibilities.