Stuff and things

The end of our tale

His green eyes,
A vision I see far too often,
Though they have an unwavering beauty,
They haunt me,
In the dark nights I now spend alone.
His touch,
A feeling I no longer get the chance to treasure,
Leaves ghostly chills along my spine,
A feeling I'd never thought I'd come to hate.

How could it come to this?

If happiness was our goal what was the cost?

I found myself getting lost within you,
The person I was once,
Changing, molding anew.
However, once finished,
You spit me out like gum on a sidewalk.
Molding is an understatement,
Shattered, is the truth.
But I refuse to let these broken pieces fall.
Like a mirror smashed on the ground,
I am broken,
But I will not let myself fall apart.
I will pick my pieces up myself,
And maybe someday I will reconstruct myself into a person I will be proud of.
Even when the brightest star dies,
Your eyes will forever outshine it in my mind.
Though our journey ended abruptly,
I couldn't have had a happier experience,
The end of our tale,
Was a sad,
But hopeful end.
To which I hope we see each other down the line someday,
Rebuilt,
better than ever.

I hope you enjoyed this, it was far more depressing than my last few ones I think. Things haven't been so great, but I'm hanging in there, I have my friends and sports and my music to busy myself with. One day I'll look back and this will all have been figured out. I'll be all figured out. Hope you all have a wonderful day/night!