I opened up to you what once we're scars. My heart began to race.
I'd smile, laugh, and even cry because I loved your face.
I can't remember life before you because of the pain from when you left. I don't want to remember life without you because when we were together it was the best.
I used to smile when you crossed my mind. Now I clench my teeth, hold back tears, and promise myself I'm fine.
I don't quite understand what happened. Why are you not here? I loved you from the first day, now it's love I fear.
These old scars an image of what life is not. A reminder to cherish what I've got. These wounds made deeper by a knife red and hot.
Passion is my vice. Change—I cannot.
When I wake up—your face on my mind—the pain runs me over no less than ten times.
I can smile, I can laugh, I can cry about the past. But one thing is for sure, I'll never have it back—what I thought was mine.
My heart is far from mended. My spirit caught in the past.
I do not like this feeling, I wish I knew how long it would last.
Two years flew by and the pain is no less real.
At the very least I know that I can still feel.