fuck these painful memories
memories of things shared
spending my life next to you
and knowing that you cared

my life is shaped around you
so everything that i see
reminds me yet again
of the time you spent with me

im trying to move on
but its difficult because
every new experience
brings a memory of what was

i once called you perfect
still can't help but feel that way
and it's that very lost perfection
that i long for every day

the outlines of my life
can be mapped by poetry
silence when i'm happy
i only write in misery