here goes nothing..

We bleed like watercolors and drunken pastels down the stairways

You noticed my imperfections and turn them into perfections.
You held me and told me everything would be okay
But you don't realize it's not okay.. without you I'm nothing.
I was nothing before you came and now that you're nothing but a memory in the back if my head but yet my first thought before I go to bed and once I wake up.
I'm still once again a nothing.
I hate the feeling that we where nothing but a past tense and now we're a nothing.
You know what? Fuck it.
I miss you and if I can't gave you then why can she?
She isn't me!
Its just not fair!!
You told me you loved me and how you're talking her you love her..
You touched me and I missed that touch.
The hands that once where on me.. Are on her.
The lips that once kissed mine are kissing hers
And people ask if you left anything behind and all I said was
Me.

----tiønna