The-Curvy-Geek

I'm to the point of breaking, The walls are coming down. The shards are sharp and grating, My tears fall without a sound. My hope is slowly fading Replace with deep despair, I open my mouth to scream three words- But I close my lips, Why would you care? I thumb through past pictures Seeing how happy you made me. The memories there in Technicolor, warm and yet so vicious. My heart still whimpers Every fiber of me wants you around Wanting to just gaze upon the clash of our hands together: My Snowy White and your beautiful honey brown. We act as if nothing's changed, Though we parted ways, In past thought, It's all my fault, Though I'm sure