I wear a necklace of hope with pearly beads. When I met you, it broke, and the beads spilled all over the floor, into the gutters.

When my hands can no longer make these hammers and strings play for you, my heart will always sing to you.

Keeping busy is the hardest part. When I find myself still, clear of thoughts, I can still feel you holding me.

I have always wanted to give you the world, so I started giving you pieces of the oceans that kept us apart.

Do you ever think of me when you look up at the moon and the stars? When you look into the horizon as the sun sets? We're looking at the same sun, and the stars may burn brighter where you are, but I can't see them, and they're still there. I spend nights trying to see the stars that you see, but I end up seeing you in the stars instead.

You're gone and you left me. My heart has dissipated. The only thing I can feel is the blood rushing through my veins and the strings that hold my fragile heart together.

Underwater madness slipping into a haze, drowning and choking in repugnant nostalgic thoughts.

You know what truly aches? Having so much inside you and not having the slightest clue of how to pour it out.