When the tears dry and you’re indifferent in familiar places
The memories begin to fade and you don’t wait for a call that will never come
That song doesn’t make you die inside, you don’t cry when you hear their name
You’re no longer afraid to love again…
Closure arrives and you’re grateful for the moment
That’s when you’ll know.
You broke me into the pieces that were just enough to complete her.
We all have skeletons, but yours are still alive.
If I write about it I’ll manage to keep this love alive
I hid the disease until the symptoms arrived.
Picturesque were we, enveloped in the scenery
Then natural disaster struck, and you disappeared leisurely
It was too good to be true something I knew from the start
So I swam in your ocean until the frantic drift apart
Battling our conclusive divorce was my greatest endeavor
It’s ironic that we are nothing, maybe now we can last forever.
If I ever broke your heart I am not sorry.
The ink is the pain I caused, leaving me to live forever within your pages.
Your soul desired a mate and only one of us were in love…
I realize it isn’t what I did, it’s what I didn’t do. Yet I still can’t admit that I cared.
I don’t miss our story, I created my own.