The hardest thing to realize, is that it was a lie,
That she had no intention of living this life,
That every touch and word now in assumption,
To give her satisfactions to slowly move on,
To find her piece that she thought was missing,
Even knowing that it would hurt me,
When she said that it was never going to be me,
That I wasn't her forever or even her meant to be,
It hurt in a way because I would move heaven and earth,
To see her tears, dry for a day,
To take on any pain as it was mine own to slay,
I saw her as the moon and the stars,
wrote more words about her than I care to admit,
I thought about children,
I thought about a home,
I thought about a future,
To learn those things to her were to just pass time,
Ended the current me,
It pushed me into a pit of hell I didn't know I had,
Burned me, bright colored orange fucking sky,
Now I feel like I've hardened by her memory,
Not looking past or forward or even currently,
Just trying not to continue to burn.....
As I forget who I was,
Forget who I'll be,
And just learn to live without you.
Because even Lucifer was an angel once...
