Deuce

Our words are twisted into weapons, misunderstandings used against us. We leave without saying a word, wishing we had the courage to speak. I drink from the same old cup, wanting to be more proud. Unafraid of the metamorphosis. I want to leave you with a smile, sunrises for infinity, but we have to face the consequence. The friendship turns sour like a strawberry left to waste, and it ends with tears of heartbreak. Tears of the final goodbye. I read into things, worried I'm paranoid. I look around, looking for you. Wanting to feel your touch, I think I love you a little too much. I'm not ready to give you up, not quite yet. I'm obsessed with death, I can't stop thinking about it. It won't leave my mind, and it hurts me being alone. I look at the sky and see Amy, relief in the solace of night. I don't want to say goodbye just yet, but the sunset is leaving. I'm going deeper into the light of Heaven, closing my eyes. I think about you when I sleep. I think about you when I dream. I miss you more than everything. Until we meet again.