those days.

It meant everything to me, it meant everything to you, but those days have come and gone. I reflect on the way I came up short. My actions were cold and relentless; I had no heart. I remember those days when you were all I saw; no other dare come close. You lived in my mind like a fish in the ocean, or perhaps more like inspiration in an artist. You were a part of me; the life of me, but I managed to sever you from myself, and I am left with an emptiness that cannot be filled. Years have passed and you're on my mind more than ever. I know I'm hard to trust, I, do not trust me, but mercifully I forgive myself, for my actions are injuries dwelling inside me wanting to come out. My heart, once made of love and kindness, has been ripped and torn. My leather skin heart. It must mend; that feeling of us does just that. Think of this what you want, for you are free do to so, but I am here, and you are here with me. Memories of you are what I go on.

You have become so much more than the person you were when things fell apart. But do not fall to an extreme, moderation is best. Balance your life. New friends and old friends; new life and old life. You future is present because of the gift which is past. You use to love me, use you to need me, but now I'm just another guy in the world. I pray and hope that you will look around to the life that once was and find a compromise because I needed you then and I need you now.