a voice is still resounding in my head, a face is 
resurrected. and i can still believe;i will still believe 
in what you say. i really wish you'd keep your feelings 
to yourself, because i will let you down. swallow 
everything you thought you felt for me because i am empty 
and i'm never around. the places that i find within 
myself are changing gray and foreign. and i will still 
believe in anything that you say to me. i am empty and i 
won't be around for long. long after this so-called 
tragedy, all that is left are the tattered remnants of a 
friendship that once stood strong. so easily we let 
honesty take hold and set our minds racing, and nothing 
brings out the worst in us like this. after all is said 
and done, we no longer maintain the same amicable 
attitudes we previously held so sacred. we are thrown 
into a melee of negative thoughts and feelings. and for 
what? a guilt trip; never ending, unrelenting, 
meaningless. run. beauty takes me captive, takes me away 
from everything i know is good for me. and for one 
beautiful moment, i thought i missed you.