I still remember,
when you told me everything,
was all in my head.

We have not spoken.
It has been about a month…
…do you even care?

I never told you,
that I needed you like I need air,
or that the thought of you consumed me,
until there was nothing left.
I never told you,
that the thought of your tousled hair,
made my fingers itch to run through it,
and that when your crystal water irises,
locked with my mocha,
my knees weakened and buckled.
And I never told you,
that the feel of your lips,
reminded me of my favorite silk blouse,
or that the way you tasted,
when your tongue danced with mine,
brought me to the high heavens,
and I haven’t come down since.

Guitar riffs screeching,
Beautiful vocals swarming,
I’m lost to the sound.

Don’t want to go out.
Why can’t I just stay home and
lay in bed alone?

My forgiveness was
something you didn’t deserve.
…I’m taking it back.

You ever feel like, 
you cut a little too deep,
yet not deep enough?

Fear is in the mind.
I’m not scared of anything,
…except loneliness.

It’s been [over] one year,
since you shattered my heart
into thousands of tiny pieces,
and even still,
I haven’t collected all the remains yet.

and I’m finally able,
to scoop up the remains
with my bloodied hands,
and start putting together the jagged pieces of my heart.
It’s whole again
and even better than before.

Tonight, secrets spilled.
Hate has been redirected,
and I feel brilliant.