It started with goodbye

when I first saw the lie.

His wings were cut off; he kept falling from grace,

all the while I was painting scenes on my face.



Guess I drew you too well
and 
now these mascara-coated eyes begin to swell.

Because this beautiful spirit was made up in my head;

I see it clearly now, these technicolor truths that I dread.



But I am made up of empathy,

always giving the best of my symphony.

My unparalleled love is still in my chest.


What I gave is yours to keep—- I wish nothing but the best.




-c.s.