1:09 Pm

He left me lying here on the floor, gasping for air as the tears become heavier and heavier. Finding out, I can't breathe without him. He's taken my heart an crushed my lungs. He's embedded into my head, but never here in my arms. My eyes begin searching for him in a room full of people even though I know he's probably not here. My heart aches for him to make his way back, to make conversation, to love me till the sheets become warm with words. I want to breathe in his scent, run my fingers through his hair, brush my fingertips against his skin just to hear his laugh turn into soft settled moans, an his smile come across his face, an feel his lips against mine one last time. I've never related to sad love songs as I do now, now that he's gone. I look for him in my sad romantic poetry. My hand has ached so much from writing so much about him. Laying here in the dark wondering what I could of done differently because, I'm still in love with him, but he's out there in the great wide world doing what he does. Guess he does care for me, worry bout me, or think bout me. This ache really hurts, but hurts more to know he doesn't have a crack in his heart while mine's completely shattered. Giving him the pieces to the heart, he somehow managed to glue all the pieces of my heart back together. Finally I felt whole again with him, but he ended up breaking it as soon as he fixed it. I'm not sure I'll be able to love anyone when he has taken my heart and giving pieces of it to strangers an anyone he can find. He buried the rest in the ground an threw our memories away because, he'll remember it all too well, but I'll NEVER throw him away because we were always meant to be.