To my dear monster.

"you are my canvas, ill paint my love all over you
i will pour my soul onto you, my pain, my happiness, my forgiveness
ill cry with you, die with you, live with you
you are my beautiful painting
we will exist long after ive gone."

You.
You wrote this about me.
Years ago, you never wanted me to leave.

I don't love you anymore
I don't really miss you anymore
But I can't help to ask myself...

What happened?
Where'd we go wrong?

I loved you
I missed you
I hate that the security of it all decided to vanish