I fold my pain into paper boats
And set them sailing down my throat

You made a cathedral of my devotion
Then set fire to every single notion

I am a photograph fading in the sun
A memory of someone who's already done

I am the last leaf clinging to the tree
Holding on to what no longer holds me

I built a throne for you inside my chest
You abandoned it and took away my rest

I dress my wounds in borrowed laughter
But the bleeding starts again soon after

The roses you left have turned to thorns
A garden of grief where love was shorn

Like a tree stripped bare by winter's cruel hand
I stand alone in a frozen land

I lit a candle in the cathedral of our past
Praying for a peace that never lasts

I drink loneliness like bitter black tea
It warms the void you left inside of me

The blanket of night cannot cover my grief
It peels back the layers of disbelief

I bury my feelings in soil that won't grow
A harvest of heartbreak is all I know

Like a violin with a broken string
My heart tries to play but forgets how to sing

The ceiling knows my midnight confessions
Of a love gone wrong and learned lessons

I am a desert that once knew the rain
Your love was the cloud that never came again

I breathe you out but you seep back in
Like poison disguised beneath porcelain skin

I am the moth that loved the flame too much
Burned to nothing by your careless touch

The perfume you wore still lingers in the air
A phantom of the love we used to share

My eyes speak a language my lips refuse to share
Of a heart demolished beyond repair

Like an old clock wound for the very last time
My heart keeps ticking past its prime

Your absence is a guest that never leaves
It sits in every corner and quietly grieves

You kissed my forehead and poisoned my mind
Leaving traces of cruelty wrapped in kind

The telephone rings but it's never your voice
Silence was always your favorite choice

You were the constellation I mapped each night
Now the sky is empty and void of light

Like fog lifting to reveal an empty shore
Your love dissolved and left me wanting more

My love letter turned into a suicide note
For a heart that could no longer stay afloat

My soul is a window shattered by your stone
Every piece reflects a grief I call my own

You were my oxygen, now I choke on air
Breathing in the emptiness of your vacant chair

Your memory is the wound that air won't close
The deeper I breathe, the deeper it goes

The compass of my life lost its true north
The day you walked out and never came forth

The letters I wrote you fill a drawer of shame
Unsent confessions with no one to blame

My hands still reach for you in the dark of night
Grasping at nothing, losing the fight

I swallow my pride with every breath I take
Pretending my chest doesn't constantly ache

The bridge of our love collapsed in the flood
Of unspoken words and misunderstood blood

You carved your initials into my ribcage
And walked away from the wreckage and the rage

Like sandcastles melting under waves of time
Our love dissolved without reason or rhyme

Like a kite with its string cut by fate
I drift through skies of love that came too late

The streetlamp flickers where we used to stand
Illuminating ghosts holding phantom hands

The clock in my heart stopped the day you left
Every second since has been a silent theft

You were the dream I was afraid to wake from
Now waking is all I do, and sleep won't come

I wear your betrayal like a crown of nails
Smiling through the blood as the kingdom fails

My thoughts are prisoners sentenced to your name
Every parole denied, every night the same

The echoes of your laughter haunt these walls
Like the ghost of joy before the curtain falls

The sky weeps tonight as if it feels my ache
Dropping tears for every promise you would break

You were the sunrise I chased across the hill
But the horizon moved and you are distant still

I count the scars you gave me like falling stars
Each one a wish that failed behind these bars

I walk through crowded rooms feeling all alone
Searching for a warmth that I once called my own

I found your promises at the bottom of a well
Drowning in the dark with stories they could tell