bitter is an understatement. so were a lot of things, babe. i sit alone and you are going going, you are gone. this is what i wanted yet not even close. you are right, you are always right. it isn't over, for you yes, gone and sitting and moving places that are nowhere near me while talking to girls with faces and bodies nothing like mine. for you it is over so the games can quit while my heart beats clock loud hating you for this. do you remember anything i said in any way that touches you anywhere. i remember everything. every talk and tear and kiss and hand caress. i remember sitting on a bench for two hours in the hidden dark with candy and secrets made of stars. when it all comes down to this there is no truth or lies. there is an us and it is me loving you more than they do always. that is a road that leads only to waking up covered in spit and wondering why my mouth keeps forming the shape of your name. keep my heart. let's gift wrap it and maybe in the winter it can keep you warm.