Tonight I am dying To feel you Once more Before you're gone.

Even time can't destroy us; the only change is you're sadder, I'm emptier, and we both drink more.

If you knew, if you only knew the pain I'm going through everyday. But it would come as no surprise, because you'd walk on out if you did. And baby you're gone, so maybe you know how deep the pain goes.

I’m working on poetry and short stories. I can’t tell if I’m a hack or I’m really onto something.

One day you'll look back at the world we made when we threw the world we knew away, and you'll ask yourself why you ever walked away from everything we created. And while I spend these nights mourning the death of a life we both created, when your heart feels this loss, it will be too late and time will have condemned us to the past.

Weight settles safely In the cavity where hearts Once beat and bled dry.

If I could survive Long enough to understand What happens in hell

Depression is a bitch, music is not.

Ten minutes before tomorrow and I'm consumed in the change of heart you displayed today. Text won't take us far but I sent a message out of desperation. Bitter is a better choice, but nonetheless I reconsider where we stand, I prepare for the absence again and hold my breath for your resolution.