All the stars we cherished togetherare now just our remnants. So when I look to the sky... Every constellation I see is still you.
After thinking about you for 208 days... You've officially become my daily ritual. And every day I pray... You become more than just a mental habitual.
We ignited each other like a pipe bomb. Our harsh words sailed into one another like shrapnel... And left nothing but ragged scars and bloodied flesh.
You can tell me what you think whenever you're drunken at night... Yet you can never find the right words when you're sober in the daylight.
And here I am... Walking down this familiar cement sidewalk. Recognizing the same forbidden pathway. Following all the same cracks in the pavement. Hoping that they still somehow lead back to you...
All those little things you left behind... Are now my trinkets. Lonely artifacts of us... now only meaningful to me.
Pitch black and quarter to twelve, we walked on the beach barefoot on shells. Stars guided our path to low tide, the oncoming waves slowing our strides. My blonde hair had been tangled in the breeze... But we still stood to take in all we couldn't see.
I forever hope that a piece of you remains somewhereinside of me... And I pray that one sliver of youis better than what I currently see.
Sometimes I feel like I am as insignificant to you as a dust particle floating through the air. Then for a brief second I glimmer from the sun... And you notice me as abruptly as I am forgotten.
You let your tears patter gently onto my face like rain... And then I could taste the saltiness of all your sorrow and your pain.