And when he leaves, you think it's you
It's the way you say things
or it's the way you dress
or maybe it's the way you can't pretend
but it's not related to you
so when the time comes and everything is going down
Everything is miserable
and he wants to leave then let him leave
Don't stop him
Making your mascara smear all over your eyelids.
open the door and when he leaves tell him goodbye
But we all know that's not how it goes
so let me narrate a scene
so the scene is like, he is on the verge of leaving
and you are there lying on the floor, tears are running down your face.
Making your mascara smear all over your eyelids.
Your nose is running. 
You are screaming at him to not leave
well not exactly screaming
You are begging him to not go
 
You tell him how much you love him and how shattered you will be when he leave*
But there he is closing the front door as he goes
He rushes through the door not even stopping for a moment to take your feelings into consideration
And there you are still on the floor thinking what went wrong and why weren't you enough
And when that thought strikes. 
I want you stop right there and breathe
Tell yourself that there was no way in the hell you weren't enough
Infact honey, 
You were so enough
that he couldn't handle your fierceness, your love and care
WELL JOKES ON HIM
I still remember how I used to tell you i love oceans
And you used to stare at me like i have lost my mind
You used to think how can a human like me love the  salty air of ocean
 
And i always used to assure you it's not the breeze
it's the sound, it's the vibe and the town
And you used to shake your head, crack your knuckles and push me over the ocean
So since you have been gone
I still come here
It's my peace zone
Like it used to yours
I can still feel you
Everywhere
I can still feel us laughing our ass off over the corn dogs stand
And you pushing me in the tent
I can still here your favorite song
And i can still feel your hand in mine as i walk around
So in case you are wondering
I still love the oceans
I wonder what it would be like to really know you
The real you
Maybe years from now we can share stories
And hopefully it would interest our old souls
I promise to call you over for a cup of tea
(because you know coffee is too mainstream)
Maybe we can sit across each other
in my rusty too old to be gold apartment
or maybe we can sit beside each other.
You know it will be easier to pass snacks
(Totally for innocent snack shuffling)
We will go over everything that we were afraid to ask
We were afraid to pass
Maybe someday we will seek each other like we always wished to
You go inside your house
Hoping you belong
But you stop
In front of your floor length mirror
And there they are
Covered in red
Fresh and wet
Scars and razor cuts
Left by none other than you
For the reason you don't even know were true.
But, You do love how the bruise heals
It's Red, Purple, and Black
Finally disappearing over the edge
But you still wonder will it ever leave you mentally
So you lay there awake in your bed
Hoping to change something tonight
Covering and uncovering and finally leaving it aside
You smile
Because at least you tried to fight
