this cant be the end.
unspoken words, from your heart to mine. can i ever feel again? while we sat on your swinging bench. with apple farms around the bend. city views and fireworks. red passion exploding in the sky, and my heart poured out while i cried in your arms. mixtapes and parliament lights. a letter from me to you. i'll ring your dinner bell and before you get there, i'll be gone. a piece of me on your doorstep. i will never miss so much, heartbreak will never hurt so much. I wish people could see thier natural beauty." well can you see yours? i opened my eyes then, and before them was beauty. raw. and rare. now you're gone and all is ugly again.i try to remember if i deserve this. as much as i know that i do, these emotions are involuntary, and ripping my heart from my chest, is out of my control. comforting words have now become broken syllables. my surroundings-just reminders of you. was it that easy for you? to leave me without anything? i crack and decay. i cry and bleed. i scream and rot. i scream and say,"is this fair?" is this fair to take from me the one thing that has made me feel? is it my fault for falling in love? or is it my fault for fucking it up? either way. i love you and i cannot live knowing that i lost you, you made me feel like a person. i once felt beautiful, i once felt alive. "so i sat down tonight and wrote a story..." sometimes i wonder if you remember. sometimes i wonder if it's really okay with you that im gone.