You walk away slowly, and I watch you pass through me. Where there was my tears, now there's a mist of what once was. The see-through shadow of your soul brushes coldly across my face and I know why I've been so lost for so long. I'll tear myself apart on the inside, when I realize there's nowhere left to hide. I didn't get to kiss you goodbye, and I'll miss you tonight. As I fall deep into my restless sleep, there's nothing more to dwell on. This is my insomniac rebellion.

You can't make me want to hate you. Old street signs don't tell new stories like new memories don't remember the past. Your fake diamonds of love have cracked. I reach out for you and my hand falls through yours; I see your smile, I know that it's not meant for me. It never was. But I stand here and hope, like the fool that I am, in a puddle of forgotten love and broken dreams.

The sunspots of happiness hang over you like the dark clouds of a forsaken identity hang over US.

Tear drops of love dangle from a woven spider web of lies and the sun reflects their will to cling to a hopeless cause, to cling to a life that has long been tossed into a dusty old corner, covered in cob webs of trial and coated in the dust of memories.

Days pass like trucks and trains; some hit so hard you can barely feel the pain. Yet it's all the same. Just another picture of the wind pulling time back with it to where ever it goes, wherever it's needed.

Spinning in circles of people standing still, wanting to know if it's true. Invade my world with your coma white, looking up is turning everything blue. My purple sky has turned gray, though I forgot I knew it would some day.

All my soft ivory walls are now nothing, and the world I created for myself no longer stands. In its place is the aftermath of what happens when I let go of my love and I free my chains of the hands that held them.

A warm gust of falls dead leaves swirl across an empty parking lot, and I remind myself that there's nothing left, and nothing felt, when I can't leave or feel my thoughts to remember that I have them to love...or forget.