my eyes are dry and my heart is healed,
But I'm still sore.
Time has passed and the earth has shifted,
But you left a scar.

I still get phantom pains
When walking by a place we made special,
Decorated with silhouettes of our memories.
I think about how we sat
And spoke for hours
About music and art and poetry,
Or sweet nothings that were a waste of breath.

Nothing was a waste with you though,
Every spark and butterfly that lived in me
Was there for you.
Every rose tint in my cheeks
We're dedicated to your memory.
I wanted to breathe in your scent
morning, noon and night.
I wanted your smile to be the first ray of light
I saw that morning.

But thats gone, it was ripped away
By the truth of that same smile
Telling lie after lie.
Now I am healed, I am stronger,
But there are still pains from a scar
Created by you.
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