The leaves of life, fallen from their homes in the branches, blow through my ribcage (because I feel so empty)
Bid farewell to love, never to feel your thorns on my heart again; being alone is safer in the solitude of madness
Let me swallow the sand from the hourglass of time, so that it can be empty like me (you're on my mind lately)
Words are printed from a machine like they are nothing but a receipt; simple sounds, words, without talking
It was too far to fall away, crashing through the solar system to die a million miles away (you were my star in the sky)
Sometimes I sit like I'm in a tranquil garden and let the memories of our friendship wash the pain from my eyes; I have not forgotten who we once were
I want to hold your hand in the silence of the night and let the static from the TV blanket our ears (I miss our heartbeats, when did we lose them?)
We trusted love to the wrong people who didn't know what it's value was, and it ripped us apart like a bacterial infection
Now I breathe your smell, and I see the bloodied remains I made you, and I'm sorry; I'm so sorry. (This wasn't how it was supposed to end)
The lines in the parentheses can be a poem on their own.
This is about you, and it's taken me a year to understand I ******* up. Letting go of my anger was the hardest thing I've done and I still have to do it daily. But I still remember fondly how we used to stay awake talking to each other. I miss being close with you...
