Tearing little holes in my heart,
the people fall away
like dying leaves from a tree in fall;
so suddenly there is nothing remaining.
I realize that I make mistakes,
while trying to keep things from falling apart,
sometimes it feels like every day is a fading wish,
and that all I ever needed is gone,
or never was here,
and my empty heart is staining
my memory of the past
when I felt that things were meant to last
and that my love would always live
and that no one could ever die,
and that no one would ever say good-bye.
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.