The soft breezes of summer blow through my open window,
scattering my thoughts just like it always does,
just like you always do.

The only thing I have of you anymore is memories,
more painful than I would ever admit
having not a thing of yours to remind myself

Of that girl I met, so long ago
who showed me not only the world we lived in,
but one we called home

In my dreams, sometimes were still together
In my moments of weakness I remember her strength
and when I was passionately cupping deaths cold body in my hands
her voice told me that I was worth more than anything death had offered

And yet.

And yet I know that theres nothing that I can do,
to bring that woman's smile back to her face,
because I was the one who stole it from her.

I am in love, but sometimes only to torture myself
because I found the one, and I was so afraid of losing her
so scared of messing up
so childish in my actions

that the only thing she could do was let me go.


I was a fool. I assumed she was fine.
I hated the only person who I loved.
I hated her because she had loved me.
I hated myself because I had loved her.

But I have taken a comfort... In knowing that
In knowing that even though she's moved on
and even though shes happy...

That I am not.
and that makes me happy.