February Eleventh

The memories of me and you,
Still remain today.
Trying to pursue,
The love that washed away.

You lost my respect,
When you lost your own.
It’s so hard to except,
That you left me alone.

A year and a month,
Five weeks and six days.
February eleventh,
The end of “always”.

How many times did you promise,
You’d never let go?
Now I’m lost and breathless,
You’re far from my hero.

I was so happy,
But nothing gold can stay.
I’ll never be free,
It won’t ever be okay.

I’m screaming inside,
The lights are too bright.
Why’d you commit suicide,
When things were starting to go right?

The room is blurring,
And I feel so faint.
The darkness is luring,
So I take the bait.

Is it possible,
To die of a broken heart?
The peices start to crumble,
And you begin to fall apart.