When you left I had drowned in emotion.
I lost myself in what I refused to feel.
I refused to accept the ending.
I worked too hard to avoid it.
I lost myself in what was never said.
There was never a definite end.
I thought it was a see you later.
Not a goodbye forever.
Am I a masochist for still having hope?
Am I delusional for believing it’s a see you later.
The years are tallying up against my hope.
The years are making my heart bleed.
The years are turning my tear drops into oceans,
The years are making my days winter cold.
The years are turning me away from the sun rays kisses.
The years are turning my crimson heart the color of coal.