Scars are like Perminant Souvenirs

Scars are permanent souvenirs,
all the cuts and all the scrapes,
they were all for you.
I bleed for you,
you bleed for me,
now the deed is done.
Its time to look forward,
its time to forget.
Now were both free,
like birds flying high above the clouds,
with no worry to bother them,
to be free to roam,
to be free from each others grip,
but in time this will be healed,
in time, its all it takes.
We moved on...
or so we thought.
We tried to forget,
we tried to live but all in all we cant live without each other,
the times we've spent,
the times we've shared,
that all came flooding back,
breaking me down to a point were i cant take it anymore.
I want you.
I feel you.
I NEED you.
Your my everything,
I love you.