She's old fashioned, writes letters
and mails postcards long before
sending an email. She'd rather
hear you say it than to read it

on a screen so much bigger than
it should be. Drinks tea all day long
only sips on coffee when everything's
not right. I'd tell you how beautiful

she is but you wouldn't believe me
cause she's not stick thin and her
eyes shine more than her hair does.

She's old fashioned, her heart
belongs to you and she can't take
another shattering break so
please be careful with this one.

She's just not

like the others.

The walls missed you so much that they
started talking last night. You left such
beautiful words behind that they are
almost enough to make me forget
you ever even left at all.

The shadows started asking where
you are and silence echoed back
as one of those half baked answers
when no one's sure if its better to lie
or tell the truth for the other's sake.

The radio voice makes me sick
and the songs he announces are
too much to take now, because he still
loves all of our favorite songs more than
we ever could. You really do leave an
impression everywhere you go,

and it's good I'm getting ready to
leave these memories and haunted
halls because this place will never be
the same again.

Let your rain fall down again
watch lighting crash against
blackness of everything that
simply cannot be described.

Tell me of your nightmares
so I can pull you close, share
with me your every dream
and I will chase it with you.

We talk and time melts away
you say good night but I only
wish you could stay. The stars
are beautiful but you are too,

Let your rain fall down again
watch lighting crash against
your pain, give me a second
to bring your smile back home.

There's a man who stands on the dock
every night staring at the water as he
runs his finger across the pendant she
used to wear. It's blue in a silver binding
he gave it to her not long after they met.

It was a cold day in town, he was getting
groceries and she was window shopping
with her daughter, just to pass some time.
He could feel the rain slipping down and
shattering between them. Now, he's all

alone. With nothing but a pendant and the
place they used to call a castle not a home.

Darkness enters slowly,
tears fall quietly, the hopelessness
is beginning to fade now.

Love is when
you can look at anything
and instantly think
of them.

It is when you
wake up next to them
even if it is only in
your mind.

And when they
make you smile even though
you barely want
to breathe.

This, this is
just loneliness.


Lust.


Infatuation.

Thank you for waltzing through my heart
while you could, I mean really,
thank you
for taking time out of your incredibly
busy schedule for me (no sarcasm,
I mean it in all honesty.) Thank you for
showing me what the definition of art really is
and the person I really want to be -

someone so much better than I was two years ago
when we met. Thank you for leaving without
saying goodbye and for teaching me what glass
feels like when it hits the wall, shatters, and
falls to the ground glistening beautifully like
new fallen snow in all it's painful perfection.

Thank you for broadening my horizons and
helping me realize that words are only ever words
and they won't change the world they,
won't always mean the same thing to everyone,
they won't always even be true. Thank you
for your stay.