Night is falling too soon.
Oh, the flowers were in full bloom.
Like a reflection, you moved.
You pictured me.

Oh, the flowers. Don't they look lovely?

I wanna feel, wanna feel, wanna feel more than this.
I wanna feel, wanna feel, wanna feel more than this.

                                       

                                        

I find myself longing for the scent of your skin sometimes.

It's been a while since we've last talked, and it's been even longer since our minds spoke to each other.
When did we shut ourselves off from the world?

You were mine. Was I ever yours?

 It didn't hit me until you abruptly left. I suppose I was stupid for not knowing sooner.

All the words you said were just that... words.

 They built up in your throat, and came out of your mouth. After that, they disappeared.

You said you loved me. I never did.

 But well, I did.

When it reached the end of the after, I didn't feel myself crumbling.
I felt myself dissolving into a smaller, inner piece of myself that I never knew existed.
I felt the floors collapse under me, I felt the walls cave in.

I tried my best to rationalize everything that you had just said.
I tried to rearrange all of your fumbled words. I somehow felt that if I could reach into a hat filled with your emotions, I'd be able to pick out what wouldn't hurt me; that I would be able to figure an answer out to our equation that never came to be.

It hurt when I had to tell you I no longer felt the same.
It hurt when I had to give you the cold shoulder and watch as an icy glaze came over your eyes.

You slowed down.
Your movements became sluggish, and your words floated in space with no where to go.

I couldn't hear a word you said. Nor could I hear mine.

I was running round in love. I ignored the many times you called, I ignored the places and people that reminded me of you.

The fact that I no longer loved you didn't hurt.
What truly hurt was to not feel anything at all in that moment that was supposed to tear me apart.

I waited and waited for something to pull at the depths of my heart.
I wanted something, anything to throw a lifeboat toward me and bring me to the surface of the water.

I waited and waited.

Nothing came.

People say the days are the longest when you find yourself lost at sea.
Now, I feel the silent waves of you surround me.
And split before me.

Tell me what I could've done to hurt you.
Tell me what I could've done to make you feel.
Tell me what I could've done to hold you.

Oh, what I wouldn't give to make you real.
To make you real.

Hold on.
Hold on to nothing, hold on to whatever fragments you have of yourself.
If you are broken, hold on to shattered pieces; hold on to the parts you've pulled away from yourself.

Hold on.
What matters is that when the trees cave in, you see yourself in the cracks of sunlight that break between the branches.