There was a time and a place in which I never knew you.

It was simpler then, you were a dream,

a fantasy,

a distant memory in this writers heart.

I can’t go back to the time where I never knew you.

I can’t live in a world where you don’t love me.

But you don’t and that’s the world I’m in.

Things changed,

we moved on.

And I can’t live in this story forever.

I wish this was easy,

that stories like us, like this were just tragedies that you would read,

that they weren’t real life.

But this was our story. You left me,

broken and bleeding,

quite tragic really.

– all writers know how to bleed.//t.c