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.
People may leave and places may change, but objects remain the same... So I'll keep what I can for when the time comes where I may not remember your name...
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.
Like steam to my bathroom mirror you are becoming fogged over... And even though I try to clear your haze... There's only a temporary exposure.
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.
It's funny to me how quickly I became so appealing to you... And then just as fast... I became as unsatisfying as the lonely soggy cheerio in your bowl of old spoiled milk.