the heart is a bone
this is a story of love, heartbreak, and everything in between. i can remember his face but his voice fades everyday- i’m sure i can tell our story as i recall it.
I remember the days
Way back when
I’ll take you back too
Back to when school began
When we were stereotypes
The basket case and the troubled kid
When we were innocent
Before the trouble began
You hated your mom
And I was a no one
You were a lost kid without a family
I was a girl who begged to be loved
Let’s travel to when we first met
Back to the loud halls of school
I saw you and couldn’t look away
I had fallen in love like a fool
When we first spoke, way back before the labels stuck
I was astounded by your soul
The way your blue eyes fell on me
And made me feel like I was gold
Your smile roped me in
With you, I’d gladly grow gray and old
“Be careful, he’s a hellraiser,” I was told
But I didn’t quite care
No one knew a high
Akin to being in your hold
I remember how your face fell as you told me your pain
Tears danced over the blunt you rolled
I hold a picture of you to my chest
The apartment we shared now feels cold
You found love elsewhere
And now I sleep in our bed alone
Take me back to our graduation
The way you smiled and tossed your cap proudly
Take me back to our first frat party
When you bloodied a boy who spilled his drink on me
When you held me up over the toilet bowl crying
Unaware of how hard it was for you to see
I'm tearing up now at all of the memories
First kiss, first trip, first everything
These days when I close my eyes
Your gray skin is all I can see
Take me back to the unavoidable chaos
Brought on by soulmates finding each other too early
When you had girls coming in and out of your room
When I puked and cried drunkenly, alone, without you
When I kissed a boy and you smashed a plate
Then apologized for scaring me
Deciding to make it up to me
In a way that wasn't so PG-13
Soon the girls stopped coming
Because you stopped letting them in
Spending your mornings gazing at my sleeping form
Kissing my forehead while I rested on your rising chest
Take me back to the days you'd carry me home from the bar
Drive home with me clinging to your body
When you blared music and we sang along
When you passed out behind the wheel and crashed our car
Take me back to when things were bad again
When you slept with another girl in our bed
When you said you hated titles
When you came home less and less
When you had lipstick stains on your neck
When our relationship was hanging by a thread
Bring me back to when you said you hated me
And drove your fist into the wall beside my head
When you chased me out of the flat
Into the dark, dangerous night I went
Take me back to when you couldn't stop blaming yourself
For the man who had slipped something in my drink
When you brought me to the hospital and never visited
Because you said you needed time to think
Take me back to our final kiss
That happened just six months ago
When I could taste your tears
Running between our lips
When you said goodbye and faded away
When my memory of you left with just a few sips
Now I can't remember how many bottles I've had
But the feeling of your love has died
You're just another one who left me in the dust
You were my hardest goodbye.
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It's been ten years
I hope I never forget the days way back when
When we were stereotypes
The basket case and the troubled kid
When we were innocent
Before the trouble began
I hope I remember the love we shared
The tears, the kisses, and the romance
Because ten years ago
I watched your Rosewood box go into the ground.
From time to time, I still recall graduation day
The way you smiled and threw your cap
Or when you saved me at our first frat party
Or the chaos and puking and all of the drinks
...That never happened
Because you killed yourself at thirteen
Before you smashed plates and before you could chase me out
You died a troubled kid
And left your basket case all alone
At fourteen, I watched them bury you twenty years ago
And replay the moment of when we met
Every night before I sleep.
The end.