When we part, I cry
You took the necklace
for that reason, because
that was your half.

But when we parted,
the tears carved lines
filled with devastation
down my freckled cheeks.

When we parted, I sat
in shock and disbelief.
My half, torn from me.
Say it's not true, please.

I have grown accustomed
to turning to anyone else,
now that you are missing.
Say it's not true. Please.

I have grown used to sleeping
without hearing your voice
and without seeing you when
I awake with a scream on my lips.

I have grown, you see,
grown so much without you.
My necklace is rusted and old,
hasn't heard my heart in forever.

Blueberry muffins haven't touched
my tongue since we parted.
I am too saddened, too hurt,
and afraid they'll taste like you.

My dreams sometimes have you
as the shining star within them.
Sometimes you are my savior,
but usually you are my devil.

My devil with dark hazel eyes,
bewitching me with looks and words.
My savior with love and kindness,
nothing but tricks and lies.

Oh but the heart is folly
and cannot believe you are
vanished without a doubt,
never to come back to me.

Please say it isn't true.
Please call me, dial my number,
text me and tell me. Tell me
that it'll never be true.

Tell me that blueberry muffins
taste like muffins, and that my
nightmares cannot star you
if you are not in the waking world.

Tell me that I do not miss you,
but the shining idea of you.
Tell me that your necklace is
rusting in a corner like mine.

Please say it's all not true, and
that you never cared at all.
Please say it was all deception,
and never anything more.

I will tell you that you were never
my half. You were never my piece.
You were never my crutch,
and never my true love.

I will tell you that muffins are muffins
and your kisses are not anywhere
near as good as blueberries.
And not a lie will pass my mouth.

I will tell you that I've been just fine
without you, and the nights I wake
searching for someone, I have been
content with my own personal strength.

I can confide to you that I am the fire,
and you were never the one that helped
me shine, and you were the one that
tried to extinguish my brilliance.

When we parted, I cried until
my sides ached and my head
throbbed with dull agony.
When we parted, it was the end.

But when we parted, I did not die.
My heart did not wither, and my
soul is still formidable.
When we parted, I did not crumble.

And I'm telling you now, dear boy
blueberry muffins are not kisses,
and they will not taste like me.
They are only muffins.