Call it what you want.

The absence of you haunts me like the scars all over my body, like the scars you can and cannot see. The error of our ways clashing into one another like a tidal wave upon a city of millions, terror streaking through the once lit streets as they blunder under the ocean for only few to remember. The loss of you, your loss. The difference is so microscopic that I can’t even render the strength to pull them apart. A few mishaps and a million mistakes, choices I couldn’t make because the feelings were so arrogant and jealous. At the time, I ruined it all, without even imagining the reality that they could be my world at some point in the near future. The omission of the bravery, the stripped amour from my bones, the legacy of frozen doubt was all taken away from me. You burned it all down until I was naked and only needed you, only wanted you. We danced around, we slipped in memories and drowned in emotion. We stepped in puddles of the past and felt the rain pour down in desire. We were one, we were one for a very long time. Days, weeks, months, years, it was you and I everyday. We would part in long goodbyes and than text minutes later, we would tell each other stories and share magical places. We were perfect together. However, our fairytale relationship was botched, blotted, bleached and blown throughout stupid fights and strong opinions. We wrecked it until want wasn’t enough. Our love trickled down into the sewer until all that was left was floating trash and you burned that down too. As I sit here now, relishing in our overlooked past, my heart aches for you. We were together much to long for two months to clear everything up. I still fumble around my house to find windows when I hear roller blades or dogs barking, I still wish on every star for your appearance to be at my door, I still trip and stumble when I cross over to your town and remember everything we did there. I still wander into my room and shut my eyes when memories of you flash into my mind, even just driving down the street or more than half the bands I listen to. You were my everything, now your gone. I am left in repair, demolished at my heart and retired through my soul. I don’t mean to make a fuss baby but there isn’t a cure that exists in this day and age for that. Sweetheart, with all my flesh and blood, with every bone and every muscle, I just can’t say goodbye again. If this destroys the both of us, I hope my star finds yours, because I believe we would be the brightest ones in the sky.