this is not the body of the boy i knew,
they found your body;
it wasnt you.

it is tuesday and
i love you.

did you ever think of me
those nights we were apart?
and if i never crossed your mind,
could you've at least of used your heart?

i think it might be best
if we just stop
because we always do better
when we dont have to talk.

im sorry i havent been better;
i promise you ive tried.
but no one seems to notice
the pain behind my eyes.

im sorry i keep crying,
i just dont know what to say.
my words would only be empty,
and you would turn away.

im sorry that i must leave so soon;
i really cannot stay.
i know that i seem fine,
but i am not okay.

im sorry that my time is up;
im ready to say goodbye.
i know this might be hard,
but i promise ill be fine.

im sorry for apologizing,
(its really all i know).
i promise that i love you,
but its time for me to go.

it takes two hours to loose myself
and a lifetime to find her again.

i look for her in dark bookstore alleys,
fingers across the shelves,
aware i am not the first
and will not be the last,
but for now i am your only.

a splinter catches my finger
and it reminds me that i can breathe.