Today is the day.
Unlike any other day.
The day you let go
the day you wash away.

Is this what you wanted?
Or is this what you needed?
Self perplexing realization
self idealization depleted.
    
(Take your own dagger)
Write your story
Into the stomach of your despair.
As if she will listen.
As if she will care.

Tell them all
"It will work you'll see" you're dying to believe.
Ignoring the selfish truth
we are what we deceive.  

But she has left you.
She is gone.
So tell your story,
sing your song

It's something that she'll never hear.
It's not like she'd ever wish to proceed.
or was something held back
of what could never be.

The resident of your mind,
the hope, the regret.
She's the stain, your the shirt
can't wash out what you can't forget.

Can't hide the scars and memories
of what she left behind.
If you could you would ignore it all
imprisoned, decaying in time.

She was beautiful.
Something my mind preserves.
Perception will never change
constant rapture of the nerves.

But like this friendship
beauty tends to fade away.
What once was gold
withers fades to gray.

Try your hardest.
Do your best.
Wash the scars and fade the sins
of this decrepit hallow mess.

The novelty of it all
it wasn't what you thought.
You knew she had to go,
but still you fought and fought...

and if she were to stay
and if she were to bluff
and if she were to love
ifs are not enough.

Everyone tells you
time heals all wounds.
They give you pills and sell you fallacies
creating your cocoon.

This labyrinthine of complex emotions
turning at the faintest of grins.
In and out through mass confusion
corrupting slowing from within.
  
Dwelling is the deer in headlights
petrified in disaster.
Smashed and torn by who you were
depression growing faster.

This love was a drug.
It got me high, withdrawal's got me low.
It would be much easier to fall in love,
if first we knew how to let go.