I've failed to discuss these recent events with anyone but myself. I find it a shame to waste such good theories. The day you left me, I found then that the element lines had turned in and stopped. Darling, your eyes have always seen too clear. Right through me; every time. Laying in my bed, I can see the secrets pouring from my walls like ink out of a wet history book. All the while my ceiling has become a movie screen depicting things as you saw them. Boy, I never noticed how beautiful you were until now. My surroundings start to rot away as I stay suspended in air with all those broken images in my head. I can thrash and scream all I want but that won't change a thing. There's nothing to restrain me from admitting now what really happened. These broken hearts and tear stained pillows create a whirlwind around me. You never would have thought something as beautiful as love could turn out to be such an ugly thing. I was high on cloud nine and then I ended up crash landing right back where I started. I guess my dreams of being an astronaut are out the window now. The actions start to reverse as I find my floor back under my feet. I look up at the ceiling and see your face. Your smile. There's nothing better I'd rather wake up to. A book lands at my feet and the pages start to turn. I can see our dialog written in the most careful script, as to not getting anything wrong. So there's not even a slight chance of being able to misconstrue the happenings. I'm aware of that night in the park. There was no place I would have rather been than in your arms. But within seconds it became a full blown tragedy. My chest ripped apart and the monsters, longing to unleash themselves, poured out of the gaping hole. There was nothing I could have done to save us. You left that night with tear stains on your cheeks and a broken smile on your lips. I could have forced myself to be okay. But I found the timing to be off. I ran until I couldn't run anymore; trying to numb whatever it was inside me that was tearing apart. I was sure that if I touched my chest I could feel the blood leaking from my pores. So, as the book closes, and the lights go out, I lay on the floor. In my hand are the notes of the past. Folded so intricately. The secrets have just started to be revealed. Your smile is fading from my memory as other things come flooding back. For once, I'm finally seeing things through your eyes.
