The worst goodbyes
Are the ones too painful
To speak!

The worst goodbyes
Are the ones that you
Never get to say!

Anyone can leave your mind, but your heart . . .

I thought to myself why we couldn't be friends
It isn't because you can't be friends with an ex
It isn't because I still love you or you still love me
It isn't because we haven't moved on
It isn't because we're both depressed and think we are both better off
It isn't because I miss you, my best friend
It isn't because the memories flood back every now and then
It isn't because you want to leave reality
It isn't because I have too much to worry about besides the ghost of you
It's simply because sometimes when people grow, they grow apart
But we are both withering and worse off
So tell me again, why can't we be friends?

Hell is the sadness
Of losing a best friend and
becoming alone.

The worst way to lose somebody is to be, in his heart, ordinary; to be his luxury turned duty.

And the things he do, he does them to keep up with you, but not anymore to keep you.

This is when you'll know you've lost him. This is when it will hurt. But only until this you'll know you've loved deeply.

Your lips would blister with prayers for his return, but no poetry in the world could touch his soul and guide him back to your arms--

none unless the words are yours.*



P.S. *You'll only truly lose him when you start to think that maybe after all, you've never truly loved him. And that is also when you'll lose yourself-- to your own make-believe.