At the end of my day, I found out you weren't worth what I thought of you...

The sun shone on my eyes and spilt in veins across the sky. I tried to remember a time when I knew what I was feeling was right.
Hope falls in numbers, a membrane punctured lays withered in the dirt: the canopy that used to cover the world like a thin film. Over my eyes. Just beneath my skin. Blocking out what I was never meant to know. On the last half of an August day, in heat so thick it takes animate form, I will leave. Walking on tiptoes with shallow breath escaping my lips. So quiet, you'll never know I left.
You will wake in the late afternoon, with what's left of sleep teasing your flesh. Your open eyes will search for some clarity on which to base words. This is the first day you won't see me, but I was gone long before.
When they notice the lost look in your eyes, they'll all say, "How could you love someone that was never there?" And you'll find yourself wondering if it might have all been a dream.

Will you let me not exist?






"This isn't love so forever let it go. Forever it will burn on the backend of forever, I wish I would never hurt again."
-Coheed and Cambria