a story about me (and you)

the seventeenth

to him,

can we go back to the way things used to be?

before the fights, the shouting, smashing things and then half-heartedly piecing them together?

It was so peaceful, how some nights it felt like we only had each other.

you once loved me more than anything (right?), now it's just a faded memory of the past, so distant it could almost just be a figment of my imagination.

if i could rewind the clock, do things differently, stick by you and support you even when i disagreed with what you did, would things be different now?

Your eyes still resonate through my mind every time i close my eyes.

the dark engulfs me without your comforting presence.

(come back, please?)

i still remember when you walked out, we always had our doubts on our ability to sustain this, but i thought you loved me enough for us to make it through.

(i was wrong)

do you know how it felt watching as the flowers you gave me all die? i did everything i could to keep them alive, but as your love for me faded, so did the life of those flowers.

some nights i stay awake, trying to piece together all the shattered memories of our past.

which was the real you?

the one that held my hand and guided me to the light,

or the one that fed me lie after lie, throwing me into the dark abyss once someone else came along?

maybe i'll never get my answers, maybe every part of "us" i thought i knew was fake.

do you think i'm a fool for continuing to love you?

(i know you do)

with love,

c