It's Over

It's over like staying up all night waiting for the perfect sunset only to be ruined by the rain that pours all over it. the delightful song of my cellphone is dormant Or possibly in a coma Exhuasted from the back and forth texting we implored on it. compulsively I pop open the samsung like a fish peeking above the surface hoping to find something that sustains, or makes us feel that we have a purpose but it's over It was glorious while it lasted Like a monarch butterfly taking flight, painting the sky with an auburn fire I was your phoenix... But I was unable to be reborn for you I wish you knew.... what an incredible impact you've made on my life You are my muse Everything that I works towards... is for you My life currently was not made for two No you. No late night fights that end in slammed phones or apologetic desires for passion so I recognize that it's over and that I have a lot of growing up and sacrifice to do. Goodbye friend, How dearly I shall miss you