Sometimes I forget your face, but I still feel you there.

I still love you and it's okay, 

It's okay,

I can breathe.

I'm still here 

It's okay. 

 

 

My heart was shattered and I lost my mind trying to gather the shattered pieces off of the ground. 

I could feel you there even when you weren't around.

I tried to call out but there wasn't a sound.

I tried to scream and shout, I called you names, I even broke stuff around your house so you'd hear but you still didn't appear, 

 

you weren't there.

 

I just wanted you to see what it was like, how it looked inside my mind. 

It's been 8 months and I'm starting to forget your face, but I still think about you every single day.

Years worth of tears ran down my face after I saw you again and you walked the other way,

I walked along the shore and sat in the rain, I wanted to suffocate in the waves.

I sometimes pray to God to keep angels around me, but that night I shunned them and let the weight of the pain drown me because I realised we'd never be the same.

At first I tried to drink but I knew it wasn't the right thing, I just couldn't cope, I didn't want to mend because I still held on to hope. 

I thought that if we spoke I could say I was sorry for the smoke caused by the fire that blurred my vision, I was sorry for the mess caused by the bitterness and anger and pain that we sat in.

The dust is settling and I can see a little clearer, I didn't think I'd survive, but I can breathe again. 

 

I forget your face but in my heart you're still there. 

It aches but it's okay. 

I still love you and it's okay.