It hurt when love left. It hurt to know it will never come back. Not in the same body it will, Not in the same smile it will, Not in the same laugh it will, Not in the same art it will, Not with the same parts it will. Love will never come back. Not as you.
I pray to thee my lord, to bless me with the gift of oblivion. For oblivion is sanity, for oblivion is peace, and for oblivion is one step closer to being happy.
If you don't tell me, I wouldn't know. For I broke the connection of talking with our eyes and knowing what bothered you. Because I cannot bear to be so much in love with you.
I'm the piece of clothing that used to be your favorite but now I lie in a pile on the hardwood floor hoping for you to notice me, pick me up and wear me again but I know you never will.