"I'll manage to keep my flowers watered and alive for yet another day.."

"You be the water, I'll be the vase."

Loving you was like being thrown in a war I did not enlist into.

But if I could go back, I'd still choose you.

I would find you and fight for you, love you a little longer and a whole lot more.

Missing you comes
in violent waves,
shades of vibrant
blues, and broken
down déjà vu's.

You drift in and out of my mind all the time like blurry, psychedelic day dreams.

Shaking you out of my veins is impossible when you've spiked my blood like a drug.

Though weary eyes are still worth seeing,
Sometimes the sight isn't worth the time.

I'd encourage you instead to rest,
And escape from yourself within your mind.

Just go close your eyes and be at peace,
Embrace the darkness with remind.

Like a weary ball of worn out string,
Sleep quietly until you unwind.