You used to tell me you loved me to the moon and back.

I used to disagree, and the truth is, I still love you more than that.

I want to be in your arms again; I want to feel home.

Instead of in my mind; this secluded dome.

You made each and every flowers bloom.

You were gorgeous, and made everyone smile in the room.

You made me feel so good, despite the clouds being gray.

We used to dance for hours in the rain; now I can't even sway.

With you gone, my heart feels like it continuously is breaking.

My whole world is unstable; you grounded me; it is shaking.

It's hard staying alive during the day without getting high.

Because then I feel out of my body, and I can just stare at the sky.

But even then, the clouds remind me of you.

You were green; alive. And now I'm faded; blue.

I say my favorite color is yellow because it is sweet.

It really is green, but I don't feel green. I find it hard to get on my feet.

I am becoming a whisper; my soul fading to black.

Everything I write is for you, I just need you back.

I want to be a worm coming up to breathe.

But worms cannot survive in negative fifty degrees.

So I'll rapidly lose myself; I'll show less and less.

Until I am no longer me, but a melted mess.