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After 4 Years
When someone breaks up with you, it's the memories of the good times - that truly hurts the most,
So I remember, cry and regret - everyday, losing, trading us for nothing more than a ghost,
Always, no matter what, the other side beckons,
Solely I'm at fault, from the beginning 4 years back, and through the final seconds,
More than a foible, ability to appreciate only when it's gone,
And my friends support me? Sure, equivalent to that of a yawn,
No problem, I deserve it - caring for me? I prove to be a walking objection,
Sabotaging, although unintentionally, every attempt made at a viable, deep rooted connection,
Yes, and I've always acted in contrast, but now I admit - you deserve far greater than me,
Irreplaceable, yes I've always known - created like a one-of-a-kind, magical key,
Permanently locked, permanently dark - not even the slightest shadow casted,
I sit reliving the us, every wrong move I made - truncating what could have forever lasted,
So my heart crumbles from stone to sand, bleeds glass that scars my soul,
Can I fix myself? I hope, for the breath of my essence - this now swollen, loveless hole...
Don't worry, I punish myself far worse than a cut or a burn,
For us, praying to the empty sky, yes, for your eventual return...
