i used to be more happy. i used to make them notes made up of hearts and "i love yous". i used to take the time to make cds of songs that reminded me of him, or spray my perfume on my favorite bear so he could have something to hold at night. i used to never fail to send a "goodmorning sunshine" text or never hesitate to pour my heart out. i wasnt afraid to dream of a future together or write them poetry. but one by one they picked the petals off of me and left me hallow and bare. and the only thing i have to look foward to is maybe a "goodbye" when the next decides to leave.*

my, you're so unbareable