So cute

 

It used to be so cute.
Everything was a wonderful reminder of you.
How you would leave your things here,
We’d spend all night together,
And leave the bed a mess.
When your jacket was hanging from my dresser,
And your lip gloss got left under my bed.

 

It used to be so cute.

How the phone calls would never end.
When the talking stopped and your pleasant breathing started.
How I would still talk to you, even though you were asleep.
Telling you that I loved you,
And pretty much saying everything I was too afraid to say when you were awake,
I knew somehow that you’d remember it.

 

To see you in the morning, knowing it’s just you and me.
Letting the sun disappear into obscurity.

For we never needed it, it was always just you and me.
We’d let the rain fall down,
Not worried about the effects,

For we were one and we always won.

 

It used to be so cute,
But now everything is a bitter reminder of you.
Can’t stand walking by the park anymore,
I see our names still carved there.
The tree still thinks its you and me forever,
No one broke the news to it.

 

My bed is a painful reminder of you.
Feels as if you’re taunting me with your beauty.
And I can’t bring myself to touch your sweater,
I suppose it will sit there until you come back,
I suppose it will sit there forever.

 

I’ve seen your smile, basked in it a while.
Now im done, long walks are my survival.

 

Burning, aching, decaying, daunting,

Dieing, darkened, rotting, broken,
Laying depressed by the words that were spoken.

 

 

The love of my life.

That title has been all too true,

For in my fleeting moments,

I thought only of you.

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You write with a storm of passion, yet this seemed somewhat passive. Written more in frustration than in anger? It was entirely captivating, emptiness to emptiness.