

you bought me this book for valentine’s day last year. every love poem inside it made my heart beat with purpose. for you, for us, for the future i saw inside my mind with every passing word. i read this book and saw you in the pages. here i am nearly a year later picking the book up again, but here i sit reading the same poems that set my heart on fire, yet all they ignite now is long lost memories. “i love you’s” left unsaid. the future lost inside the fights. with each passing poem those worst lose their meaning, the same way the girl that gave me this book has.
you lit the fire inside my soul then put it out all on your own.