I was eight when it began.

I was left clinging to sunshine

As the sun descended below the horizon.

It all started as a blank page

Until slowly, painfully,

My heart began to bleed

As the days became colder

And the sun stopped shining

We became closer

As the clouds became grayer

And the rain started falling

We pretended

It was normal

I Wish You Never Hurt Me

When we first met

I had no idea

You would become so important to me

Yet now I find myself

Wishing we never met

Now I’m forced to remember you