Our love story is much like a fairy tale.

You became the wind in the sea
that made our ship sail.
You brought light to me
when all darkness fell.
And it's still you who makes my heart swell.

Everything about us has always been cliche.

From the way we initially met
to our very first date.
All the love notes I kept
that are still stored away.
I'll always think of you and that day in the hallway.

I fell for you fast.

It was easy since you were a flirt,
but it still took you by surprise
when not much time had passed
and I told you..

"I love you, so much that it hurts."



But our story never foretold of the years to come.

We had no idea that we would be here today.
Our love so dead, long since numb.
I still pour water on our grave
and pray to God that it might sprout, some.
But, of growth, there has been none.

So, I sit here in your shirt

and I continue to type on.
Converting my thoughts into words,
telling of our love gone.
And as I whisper into the darkness, my eyes blurred.

"I said it hurts."