Your face has left a permanent dent on my chest,

I’m going to miss watching you fall asleep,

The little song you sang when you started to dream,

I knew I was never in them, but I was holding you,

It was good enough for the time,

Even though I knew these moments were running on borrow time,

Every time you wake up dismay is painted all over your face,

You always tried to paint over it with an empty smile,

The remnant of disdain is always in the background of the portrait of our time together,

My tears smeared our portrait,

I always had to fix my face,

I knew I would never live up to the person in my dream,

You talk about them like there was your magnum opus,

So when they came back I knew it was over

My mind wants me to cut my loss,

my heart started a rebellion for the chance to love you again,

Lead to a civil war over you,

During a great depression,

my heart won, but I had to murder the version of me we both loved,

so when I came back to you it wasn’t the same,

kept waiting for that version of me to show up,

but never did,

day by day your laugh, smile, kisses, and hugs just fade,

Meek after the war, so I couldn’t even pretend for you,

I only had flashbacks to keep me warm when you started giving me a cold shoulder,

Gather enough energy for one a battle for your heart,

I felt this was my last chance for you to love me again,

I knew even if I would of won, you would only given sparse love,

It would have been good enough for the time,

The battle was swift,

you moved on quickly,

pillaged my mind,

destroyed the dam,

years worth of tears starting to flow down my face,

I was left drowning in my tears.

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