Don't try to kiss me with the same lips that tore me apart limb by limb. Don't try to hold me with those same hands that were once wrapped around my neck, while you watched my face turn as dark as your soul. Don't try to love me with the same body who got enjoyment out of leaving black and blue imprints on my skin. Don't try to mutter the words "I love you" when everything but those three words are screaming that you hate me.

I pried myself open to allow you a peek inside, and like a child in a museum you couldn’t keep your hands to yourself, leaving your mark on every exposed piece of me. I didn’t care that you were leaving your ***** finger prints on my glass frames because at least you cared enough to look at them all. I never stopped to think how harmful this could be. That when the sun had set, and it was closing time, you would soon leave me vacant again though your imprints would remain. You left just enough of yourself behind to make me want you, but not enough to let me keep you.

I knew I had lost you the second I found myself looking you in the eyes and still missing you. I have your hands intertwined with mine, but your heart has long escaped to find home with a face unfamiliar to me. You still fill my ears with words that could make even the sweetest of candy jealous, but they taste stale. When we started finding comfort in exploring abandoned places that had long lost the life and light that was once in them, I never thought I would have that same feeling when looking at you. When did you become so vacant? When did you stop feeling me an only touching me? When did your words become so cold that they stopped having the ability to make me melt?

I could convince myself that I never fell in love with you, that I simply wrote you into a fiction novel that was my life. That you were merely a sub character written on three or four pages within the entire story, but that's not the truth. It was not a fiction story it was my life and you were the main character who was written on every page. There were traces of you running through every aspect of my being. Without realizing it my story revolved around you an my characters relationship. I wish we hadn't disappointed the readers and I could've made them happy about the fact that the two main characters ended happily ever after. That didn't happen though, our story didn't end happily it ended heartbroken.

I used to be a night person, until I knew
I would see you every morning. You are better
than my caffeine kick, to get me through the day.
The other day, I told you that I
loved night time. Puzzled,
you asked me why. Little did you know,
It is because in my dreams, I am
always with you. You called the day,
gorgeous, which made me jealous. For I
will never be as beautiful as the morning sun,
that you love so much.