Every night the thought of you creeps up on me. The heart drop feeling of thinking about what happened was always like how the roller coaster would make your stomach feel.

The pain is strong but the hate will never come. The night we rode rides when the breeze of winter hit our face with a hint of cotton candy and churros. That night was a night to never forget.

The galleria mall where we sat in the car staring at each other's soul waiting for one another to make a move. The shining sun on your honey pool eyes suddenly hypnotized me. 

From that day I was always glued to your thoughts while you played with mine. I was wishing so much rainbows and sprinkles that I never knew the arms that I felt the safest in hurted me most. 

It's hard to find peace and stay quiet when the silence is screaming at you. Every now and then I swirl my finger into my hair thinking about the old you. 

I know I was never good at math but I knew from the start that we never added up. The feeling of old butterflies slowly dying inside me is all of a sudden home.

I picked up the pieces you broke and left behind. Tired of letting emotions start a war inside me for trying to find ease in myself. 

As time went by, wishing rainbows and sprinkles finally came clear to me. You were the Ross to my Rachel , the dimple to my smile. Now you're just the ashes to the dying flame in my heart.