My image of you is the eternal echo of sorrow, of a door closing in a big empty room.
My eyes are blinded by the residue left from the tears you shed when I broke your heart.
My heart tears with pain, fakes joy because you're smiling with someone else because there's nothing more you hate than to be alone.
I just hope they don't hurt you like I did.

I know I never really wrote you love letters but,
I pray the pain I've caused doesn't change you cause now your wall is so high I have to search for who I fell in love with.
I hope the dreams you uttered to me In the chaotic cadence of the night remain because we birthed them together.

When there are no lights and its 11:11,
I dream a life of us
Together growing old.
Its always you and my dreams
I even believed in 'till death do us part'.
I saw the world in your eyes and it gave me hope.
Your tranquil voice took my fears and put them to bed. You shook the very core of my being to life and time became irrelevant because our world couldn't be measured.

I wont shower you with fluffy poems littered with insignificant adjectives that don't even pay you justice
But god I MISS YOU.
And I hope the universe conspires against you so you'll end up with me because you'll always be *my konstantine