+I met you after Sunday school, behind the church. We weren't a match made in heaven, as much as a match made in our over exuberant parents' minds. You passed with Autumn weather.

+You were the start of all of my bad habits. I was there, but you were lost in an empty void in your mind. I was only a part of the grand experiment, after all. You left with the summer months, but my mouth still tasted like nicotine and empty confessions.

+You were a new way to feel good. We always watched the sunset, but we never got to watch it rise together. Your lips felt like sunshine, but there were constant storms behind your eyes. The snow fell as fast I did for you, but when it melted, we were left with nothing but mud puddles and thunder storms. We weren't equipped for the showers, because the memories of you quickly washed away from my mind.

+You were the beginning to coffee every morning, and reading every night. You were the death of the old me. You were the sun, the moon, the stars, the clouds, the plants in the ground, and any other cliche your beautiful mind could piece together. You were an addiction, quite honestly, but a bad one at that. You had all of my soul, but you walked out two years later, your hands covered in my blood. Every empty promise your lips have ever uttered still hangs in the stagnant air, and I can't breathe. I promise that I will never forget you, whether you like that or not.  We both loved wildflowers, but you didn't stay
long enough to see them bloom out of the cracks in my persona.

+You were my truest love, and my shortest happiness. You always smelled like flowers, and your freckles hung on your face with an unspoken confidence. Your smile could have stopped traffic, but that same mouth tore me apart before I even had the chance to piece myself back together. We spent our time as ghosts: floating around, never waiting long enough for the other to catch up. Your habits finally got the best of you, and I was left alone in the middle of my fantasy.