I said did you ever get anything from me
Just to say it wasn’t a waste of time
You said I was everything you needed to be
Exactly what you needed at the time

The right love at the wrong time
That’s what they called it
We were nothing more, nothing less
We are never looking back on
The right love at the wrong time
We were always better off as friends

We’re hollowed out underneath
Pretending to understand each side
I said did you get all you wanted from me
When you decided to leave it all behind

The right love at the wrong time
That’s what they called it
We were nothing more, nothing less
We are never looking back on
The right love at the wrong time
We were always better off as friends

You said maybe you should hate me
But I was tired of the blaming game
I wish I didn’t have to own up to mistakes
You’d never realize the same

In the end, it’s just a story
I try to make sense of in my head
In the end, the past is just a story
We try our best to comprehend

I was writing a song for the flowers
withering on top of the computer table
but like all things in nature,
the petals changed
into something grey and pure.
They die beautifully,
unlike us.
When we wither,
we do not fold into ourselves;
we do not look up to the sky,
but only avoid the light,
fold within our comforts
to hide and embrace the dark.
And so when love withers,
we let it die.
We are just human
after all.

falling asleep in the morning
i woke up at night
with the moon hovering
over my coffee
but it was just the light
the shining down
on me like a voice saying,
you cannot bury yourself
in the gloom
of the night
and the moon
it does not shine
just half its light
and the moon
will never be as bright
as when lovers and dreamers
first found the night.

failing to see my mistakes
is holding you against my back
we are memoirs with curved edges
we are hollow when we speak

my reflection is clear
and concise with words i dread
like the afternoon
we forgot how to hold each other
we were broken pieces
in jars of clay
ready to unfold
our unkept promises
to be broken down again

i have not thought of loving
for weeks i run passed
my days
an endless train
of emotionless
tattered thoughts

i am ready
to be filled again
and down goes my desires

i am more than seeking the feeling
of having a hand to hold
reaching for somebody close,
or pass the time with
another entity, another soul
to play disguise with

i am at the gates
and i am holding them open
with my cold, bare hands.

stay safe and hidden
in my arms you’ve built a dream
when the cold is too much
i'm another breath for you
the warmth never runs out

fingers trailing on hips
poking surfaces with fingertips
smudged lipstick on pale cheeks
rumaging through strands of hair

i pick at thoughts through eyes
and they are too honest
forgive me for wanting too much
when you were all that i wanted

freedom to feel
within embraces
regain pureness
real and revealed

just another wave
just another scare
under the willow tree
shivering to your name
looking for those arms
in the warmth of the day
everything was taken away
as fast as the pouring rain
not a minute too soon
not another word was spoken
roaring and tearing like the broken
impossible winds and dreams and water
shattered like the storms’ passing
every drop, every pour was unending

do you remember
blank sheets in between our souls
while bodies meet behind closed doors
coffee stains in my eyes
the pain of losing the light

do you remember
listening to the music of my words
read out from my mind
as if you were inside
contained in my memory
painted in oil pastel
while you spilled water all over
the canvas of a summer night

do you remember
walking into a forest and getting lost
like children in a playground
and leaving trails for one another
while building a constellation
galaxies away from each other

we lifted each other up
until we stopped
we forgot how to be alone
do you remember me at all