I called you at 1:19 A.M.
It rang for 15 seconds.
My heart skipped a beat when I heard you answer.
You hung up immediately.
Everything hurts.
I want to go home.

Don't you remember the way you'd hold me? The way you'd laugh at me when I got angry, and the way you'd replace my tears with a smile? We used to wake up next to eachother and now I am left staring at my phone for a missed call or, at the very least, a text. The feelings are gone and have been replaced by a sort of emptiness that cannot be filled by another's soul. I believe that pieces of you are lost in the sheets that we used to intertwine ourselves in.

My presence has left your heart the way the trees lose their leaves. Slowly and silently.

6 leaves fall, representing the months you came into my life and filled my mind with wishful ideas and mindless dreams.

The rest have fallen, the lively plant now just an array of cold branches, barren to the core.

The snow begins to fall, each snowflake topping the branches one by one. It gets heavier, colder, more feeble, aching to collapse.

After what seems like forever, the thing you promised me once before, the sun shines, and the snow is melted away, along with every memory and good time we've ever had. The leaves are back, now with buds of the flowers with the potential to create something much more beautiful than was there before.

Your presence has left my heart the way the trees lose their leaves. Beautifully and liberated.

i know i left you for my own good, but that doesn't stop me from throwing up on my bedroom floor at 4 a.m. when i think about the times you held me there and listed the reasons you loved me.

i know i said i no longer wanted you, but i sleep with your shirt in my arms every night and pretend i can still smell your scent in it.

i know i said i moved on, but my eyes don't shine anymore and my heartbeat seems to have faded to an occasional dull ache compared to the 100mph beats i experienced with you.

Fluorescent lights at 3 A.M.
My thighs are shaking
Your hand is on the steering wheel
My heart is racing
Everything is fast
The world is ours