No one told me about this pain.
Everything hurts,even my pride.
It's these emotions I am forced to contain.

Tears has fallen from my eyes like a steady rain.
Nothing can take back these nights I've cried.
No one told me about this pain.

My feelings I can not even explain.
To you, my heart was open wide.
It's these emotions I am forced to contain.

I'm at the where i feel not but shame
Because I thought you were going to be my guide.
No one told me about this pain.

With you is where I wanted to remain.
Now i have to continue on with a long stride,
It's these emotions i am forced to contain.

Please tell me our relationship was not in vain.
I hope to not regret having tried.
No one told me about this pain.
It's these emotions I  am forced to contain.

Time had passed, you started to realize that
We can’t change the past
Present moment **** the future we could have had
You say you’re happy with another
Acting like I’m the one who pushed you out the door
Like I’m the one who killed our present by stepping on your soul
Justifying that I’m the reason that you are gone
Yet, miss me when you are home alone

Baby we both know that I lacked the
words to make you stay
Cause you are the one who chose to go
If my action did not show you how I felt
My words could never change your mind
I care too much to make you stay in a place that might have caused you pain
So I release your love and promises you made.

Burning through my life
Like a never ending match
Not wanting or caring for love.

Ending up in a shadow of a rotten hill
That was built of my own
Ever growing sadness and fear.

You appeared like shooting star
In a dark and moonless sky
To guide me with your blinding light.

The way you talk to me
The way you walk with me
Brightens every aspect of my life.

You are the friend I never had
Cause you take it all in stride
Even when I act a selfish fool.

I can write all day about you
And all the wonderful things you do
But the honest truth....

    Life is empty without a friend like you.

This is a pure hurting that can't be avoided.
It demands to be felt.
Pulsing waves of sadness radiating from within.

It washes over me.
It floods my body.
It cleanses my mind.

And in the morn -
I am reborn.

Being in a relationship was like doing a puzzle.
Always trying to complete it to view the beautiful picture we had to offer.
Our sides somehow fit together like they had been perfectly constructed for exact placement.
The four seasons cornered each end of our picture and changed everything around us, but never the potential of a great portrait.
Center pieces showed the shades of ourselves we so desperately searched for in the color scheme.
Our many shapes pieced what we needed to do in order to see the final product.
The love we once shard held the pieces of us together and revealed the picture of all we could become if we just prevented the puzzle from getting boring.
Discovering where each piece belonged was you struggling to read my mind, and knowing when not to.
I never imagined our final picture; that took such determination and careful execution would never been seen.

In the cracks of our piece of art lied the fears and guilts that grew thicker and made our pieces dull.  
Before our picture could turn dark by the cracks and disappear into the black I knocked out puzzle to the ground and put away the table that once so generously held us up.

But puzzles aren't fun by yourself.
Lately, as I scatter to clean up the pieces of our once adored scenery, I see yours are missing.
And my edges don't seem to fit correctly.

You and I were the tree and the vine,
I was yours and you were mine.
I often felt that I was the tree,
for all the roots that came under me.
You were the vine, beautiful and light;
I loved you best for never clinging too tight.
You said that all along it was I who clung,
and then and there something died where I hung.
This tree of mine had changed its leaves,
and grown contempt within its eaves.
And I, the vine and parasite
was bid a prompt and cold goodnight.
By the time I fell to the forest floor,
life as I knew it was no more.