When you told me that you loved me, I believed you.

When you kissed me, it was as if every secret I ever had rolled off my tongue,

and you held onto them for me.

When you held me close you made me believe that your sweet touch was all I ever needed to be happy.

You made me feel safe.

You took a broken girl and put her back together.

Just to break her again.

When you left you took everything I had in me with you.

Without you I became just a mold in the shape of a human body.

I gave you everything and once you had enough of me you left.

You left me alone, with nothing, trying to figure out where things went wrong.

Trying to figure out what the hell had happened and what the hell I did to make you leave.

I gave you my heart and you shattered it into pieces.

I was young and naïve.

You knew that.

I am left with nothing, trying to figure out who I am without you.

Trying to put the pieces back together all alone, not knowing where each piece belongs,

And certainly missing a few, a few that you took with you when you left.

I should have never believed you when you told me those three words.

Those three words I have yet to say since the day you left

With tears rolling down my eyes you packed up your things and I begged and I pleaded,

Saying those three words, hoping you would stay.

You didn’t even look back.

I am completely empty inside,

most day's I feel numb.

I want this to work,

but i'm scared i'll look dumb.

I want to smile so bad and let everyone see it,

but it's hard and I'm hurting,

so it's come to so be it.

I want to live each day with passion,

be genuine, and strong,

but most day's in this life,

things feel so wrong.

I know that happiness is out there,

so sweet and so pure,

and I am going to find it,

I will find the cure.

I will be happy.

we’re in the same room,

five feet apart to be exact.

yet it’s filled with gloom,

feels like i’ve been attacked.

i don’t know about you,

but this hurts more than anything.

is the only way out through ?

what am i even seeking ?

maybe i should change my angle of view,

because i feel as though i am bleeding.

so withdrew.

my memories of you; they are fading.

can we rendezvous ?

i desperately need to find my way back to you.

can i stick myself to you ?

like glue,

never to be subdued.

in your eyes I can see the sun

the same way the wind blows past my face

and dirt gets into my mouth

underneath your smile I can taste

those tears and whisper your name

each time you forget I’m there

you’ve always kept away

like you were afraid I’d see you

and you waited to see if I was okay

I’d always hoped we would meet

maybe that sun would be too bright for me

I could touch your skin and be embraced

in your arms like I feel I should be

too long we’ve been apart and screaming

your name doesn’t seem to help

maybe in the future I would no longer be afraid

loud noises frighten me

but not as much as

burning buildings or

my parents dying

outside I can hear the rain

feel the cold

a man touches his lips

with a finger to me

I can see him through

the woods and try not to smile

when he comes closer

an hour ago a girl was shot

and as she died she said

she was afraid to go

I’m not afraid of death

like she was or at least

I pretend not to be

similar to how I pretend

there aren’t any ghosts

in my attic or this man

doesn’t have black eyes

when I was a child I wasn’t

afraid of the dark

now I think I am

I saw your body in the morgue this morning

I always thought that place was

for old people, not someone like you

they pulled the metal tray you

lay on out from the wall

you were naked and your skin was pale, well,

paler than it normally was. At least

they hadn’t cut you open yet, for

whatever reason they said that they

needed to in order to figure out why you

died. I know why. I just don’t want

to tell them our secret. Why were you

the one who had to go first?

wherever you really are it would have

been nice to go with you and not

be stuck with your sad body, as

if that could make me feel better