When the heart stops beating your name,
It aches constantly trying to get rid of the flat line that you caused.
What was once your voice that alarms her thoughts of empty dreams,
The orchestra that fills her lungs everytime you exhale next to her
Turned to tequila shots that she take every time you lie about missing her
She writes love poems daily to remind you love can be written down in paper,
She felt the whole world in your arms just because she insisted for you to stay.
Yet you left her
and the only thing you said
is "goodbye."
-J
