i was happy with you, i know it our matching rings left green circles but meant devotion all the same
maybe the story of us wasn't ever going to last, maybe this was always doomed, maybe hurt was the only natural ending
this isn't goodbye, because your obsidian eyes show up in my mind with the turn of your lips, the freckles on the column of your throat, the memory of your hand on the small of my back
this isn't goodbye, because i know i will see you again. every time my eyelids meet, i wait for peace to flood through with our memories and the way we loved despite it all, the sunlight you brought into my dreary days
they will craft poetry from our pain create something beautiful out of the destruction. our memories, cemented in the minds of those like us those who may be just as ill-fated those who beg the universe for one more second.