I was kissing your stars
But you were kissing the ground
Head over heels for somebody already found
I loved you once but that wasn't enough
One kiss on the cheek
And then you were gone

I'm trying so hard
to get over you.

Your scent no longer
lingers in my bed.

Your voice no longer
fills my ears.

Your face is no longer
visible to me

because you aren't
around anymore.

It's so bittersweet
because I want

so badly to see you
and to have you

smile at me and
laugh with me

and be with me,
but being without you

is good for me.
My mind isn't as

clouded as it was
when you were around.

I'm not happy that
you're gone, but

as much as I miss you,
I have to let you go.

Would your eyes fill with tears as you heard the news that I was dead.
Would you fall to the ground and wonder why you didn't see it coming?
Would you come to my funeral wearing my favourite colours?
Would you remember me as a good friend?
Would you think about me?
Would you wonder what was the last thing that pushed me over the edge?
Would you miss me?

The way the cigarette smoke seemed to
hesitate in the wind of the half opened car window.
It floated out of your lips in small O's and seemed to linger
on your mouth for a fraction of a second before dissipating into the air.

2.
The glint in your eye as you pushed yourself into me,
my hands wrapped around your tan arms,
pressing white into the hard flesh.
The gasp and the way your hands moved to grip mine,
your lips at my neck,
pulling my hair as it tosses around in your sheets.
The spit, the lack of love, the lack of emotion.
The lust.

3.
The smell of you sauteing onions,
the streetlights buzzing outside your window,
the skulls on the sill illuminated with the glow.
The way the alcohol spills on your hardwood floor
and the way my eyes follow you.
The way my mouth waters for something that can not be fed.

Where has the summer gone?
it doesn't seem to have been here  very long
Now all at once the nights are getting darker
There's a chill in the air
I must dig out my parka!

It was all over in a flash
now it's back to winter gear
get my boots out of storage
Where  is the winter cheer?

Must winter always be full of gloom & rain?
but I mustn't despair
if winter means one thing, it's that my birthday is almost here
Tons of cake and presents too
Oh winter's not so bad
I get like this every year
It must be that seasonal thing called S.A.D