.The Same.

.The Same.



This stone in my heart is getting heavier by the day,

as I imagine her heart filling with Light; flying away...

And I remember the days when I thought I could fly,

Just to have my heart ripped out...left here to die.




And to think those perfect days,

That used to make me smile,

Are what gives her joy and pride,

And I am left here all the while...




Remembering, but wanting to forget,

The thoughts of you, still killing me,

Just hearing that simple name again,

Breaks me in half... metaphorically.




And wishing and begging,

Never did any good,

But I'm still here, naive as ever,

Praying like I always would.




Like sunlight filtered through sparkling eyelashes,

and smelling the rain before it came,

You were one of my favorite things,

And nothing will ever be the same.