Just written;

Your name is plastered
In my notebooks, in my mind,
On my desk, but better yet, in my heart.
Written on the walls is the love story
You and I had once lived, with eachother.
Eachother: You and I. Me and You.
Together creating us.
Something that doesn't feel real.
But we have my heart as evidence to prove it true.
What is love?
I ask myself that question over an over again;
And yet it remains unanswered.
Unacknowlegded; useless information.
I hate seeing you.
But despite everything,
I felt my heart skip a beat.
"I love you" was once the phrase you used to say.
Because your heart used to belonged to me,
As I'm left with the infinite pain in the bottom of my core.
I know for a fact that you are never forgetable.
The key was no longer able to fit into my lock.
And the key is no longer able to be found.
The stars are just a simple reminder that it was real.
We made it profound;
The binding of the book didn't go all the way around.
I say,"Goodbye."; but I whisper,"I love you."
Your love will always remain a part of me.

-KaylaKays Windham.