• The nights grow silent without her whispers,
    Her smile disappearing makes rooms dark.
    The sun cannot rise peacefully any more,
    And I'm woken by the always-nervous lark.

    The words we spoke were beautiful,
    Our playfulness unmatched.
    But we still had more to find out about ourselves,
    The surfaces were left unscratched.

    When we were united,
    Our hearts, they jumped for joy,
    For I knew you were my perfect girl,
    And I was your perfect boy.

    But one peaceful, quiet night,
    We spent hours talking and joking about,
    Just for you to cut the cord,
    And said our love ran out.

    I just did not know how to act,
    I just stood still in shock.
    The only sounds weren't my heartbeat at all...
    They were the ticking of the clock.

    Try as I might, my attempts, they fail,
    To make our relationship whole.
    Do you know at all how this feels to me?
    Being loved is my main goal.

    In all perfect honesty,
    Any young woman would do,
    But inside I knew, and always shall,
    That the girl I want is you.

    I am here awake at night,
    Beneath the blackened sky,
    Silence covered the world right then,
    Except for when I cry.

    The teardrops all remind me,
    Of just how much I've lost,
    The broken, pitch black mind inside,
    Is beyond all number or cost.

    Memories circle my thoughts all the time,
    I want nothing more than them back,
    Please, if you read this in my voice...
    Take my heart, and scrape away the harsh black.

    I gather this was a lot to read,
    But I had to say it somewhere,
    Though inside, I fear if she looks at this...
    About me, does she still care?