You looked me dead into my eyes and I swore you saw through my like an opaque pink because that was my favorite color and you would always be the best..
Thank youfor lying to me,for telling me at 4 am every morningin-betweensobs that broke your heart into piecesand scattered breathsthat things would be..
All I did was think of you today.The grim vision of you is constantly replacing the last exquisite sight of you.I am haunted by the words I never once..