Filled with beauty turned to dust. Nothing more than a decorative edge. From up here I can see everything. From the false mountains standing in the distance that we could never reach,  all the way back to you. You, a single incendiary soul. Yes, I feel alive when I'm with you. Stuck inside a self-induced and shaken shell, and yes it hurts, but this pain is mine. There aren't as many earthquakes here. You're destroying the heart of the city, and I'm rebuilding what you've broken behind you. I know its not as beautiful,  but this was ours. This city was ours. I'd be lying if I said I didn't miss you here. This place is stained with our slumbers, our sins, and our love. This city was just too small for you. I have no doubts that many will come to love it here, maybe you'll even visit, but here is no place for the big things that you deserve. You walk above one-story houses and my hands are built for less. Someone will find love here. Sometime. And maybe they'll want to tear down these walls, and maybe I'll be trapped inside of a shaken, self-induced shell, and it will hurt, but the pain will be mine. I hope the world you seek houses and holds you well. I'll be here, in the place where we would meet, building every step I take around the world that was you. I have been hearing a song, a voice bouncing from every block and street light and I can barely make out the sound of the city you left crashing behind you.