No *******, I was done feeling like this.
Nope not any more, no I refuse to miss.
It's not fair her eyes they shine, her voice is pure bliss.
Nope I won't, these aren't my thoughts they're his

How can I? Things have changed, I'm not him any more
I'm now strong, that boy is gone, it's something I abhor
I'm happy now, it's all so good, I simply adore
But no I can't, the voice is back, my mind is now at war.

I thought I was done, but no I'm not, this life will never change
No I can't, this can't be it, I won't let it derange.

I looked to the heavens, for my salvation,
and they came burning down
I went to the beach, to get away from the heat,
and in the water I started to drown
I ran off to the woods, to find me some peace
but they came and hunted me down
So I set off alone, and found my own place
a king all alone, with a knife, and a crown.

"Our song came on the radio yesterday and for the first time, I didn't roll down my windows or turn it all the way up or sing along. I forced myself to turn it off."
"I washed your sweatshirt after sleeping in it for so many nights so it wouldn't smell like you anymore and I boxed it up to put in the top of my closet, out of sight."
"Remember when we went to the beach and kept snapping photos? I finally burned them yesterday. I watched as the flames burned out, just like we did."
"Our anniversary passed, and I didn't feel empty like I did the month before. It only took me four months."
"I'm deleting your contact out of my phone so I won't feel tempted to text you when I lie awake at night thinking about what we used to be. I guess I'll be doing you a favor, seeing as you don't care about the past us like I do."
"I hope you're happy with her, because after all this time I'm finally happier without you."

I want to write a poem
about why I love your eyes,
but I am having trouble thinking
and I don't want it to be lies.
I want to write a comparison
to help you understand,
why I think you're perfect
and my love for you's so grand.
I want to let you know
I have never felt this good,
but my poems seem so terrible
and I don't know if I should.
So here's a poem you'll never read
a rhyme you'll never see,
you're so very perfect
and I'm stuck here just being me.

The kind of eyes that abate my fears,
The sweetest voice, I've heard in years,
The kind of good I used to doubt,
The good that I can't live without,
The kind of nice I thought was gone,
In a world that seems to have moved on,
The kind of happy that can't be true,
But somehow is, when I'm with you.

Saying goodbye
To someone you love
Is like reading the final page
Of an amazing book.

As the last chapter ends
You begin to notice
Just how beautiful
And perfect
The plot always was.  

You appreciate the joy
And even the pain
As you read and thumb
Through every page.

Finally understanding
The moral of the story,
You realize you've reached
The end of this journey.

Although the last sentence  
Is the most difficult to read
Another great book awaits
Once you turn the final page.

Eventually you may stumble
Upon yet another great find.
Or maybe you'll return
To the book you left behind.

You may just discover
Once all is said and done
That this particular book  
Was your favorite story
All along.