I was with you for so long,
you became a part of my world.
Like the sun that rises every morning.

Until you were gone.
And the sun didn’t rise.
And everything
got so
so
cold...

It’s the little things
that makes us.

It’s that hug before bed
It’s those ’love you’s that are said

It’s the little things
that makes us.

It’s the smile from far away
The gaze that asks if you’re okay

It’s the little things
that makes us.

And it’s
the little things
that breaks us.

You can’t hit me and hug me

You can’t hate me and love me

You can’t ask me a question
And ignore the answer

You go either left
Or you go right

You can’t pull me
In both directions

You don’t.

You can’t.

Yet you do

He was a mountain.

She was the ocean.

Reaching for the stars,
Bound by his roots

Still and storm
Black and blue

She was the ocean
Beating against his rock

He was a mountain
And waves could not a mountain block

A bottomless fountain
Breaking with every motion

He was a mountain

And

She was an ocean

Things don't
get done

Unless there's someone
doing them

I was born a blank canvas

Now I’ve been painted with scars

Scars in my mind

Scars in my heart

I was born an empty sheet

Now I’m broken art

I want to be immortal
I want to be remembered

The day I’m forgotten
Is the day I die