When something he says
brings up moments past
that play in your head,
does your eye twitch?

He must touch you better,
***** you heavier.
Does he love you just as clever?
Does he write you beautiful letters?

My love for you died
in the backseat of his car.
Just wish I could learn
to stop breathing life
into our scars.

You see,
my love for you died
when you brought storms
to my face in a way
I never knew still existed.
I thought my life
had hit the rockiest of bottoms,
giving no reason to mourn
like that again.

But the day I thought
would've never come,
was the day I realized
I was no longer you're favorite sun.