You'll be gone and I'll have nothing left to live for.
My hollowed inspiration yearns to be stimulated from that
Of my motivation.
My inner season's a barren forest of winter;
The trees therin have since lost their splendor.
Lonesome for the companionship that not once belonged to
me.
The thing I was never a part of, but needed the most.
The joys which I used to hold dear are balloons on a
string;
Floating further and further away;
Just as you leave the nest you call home,
And spread your wings to the rest of the open world.
The rest of them will love you.
The mien of you will be embraced by the arms of Destiny,
Fate adores you as well.
My passions will cool to embers,
Yours will only catch a greater spark and burn to new
heights.
I'll think of you wherever you are,
And all I'll want in this place is for you to be happy.
I want you to feel the way I do, for whomever you'd like.
But the inspiration has only moved on.
On, to be spread to the other cliched haunted girls of this
world.
I will stay here for now, and my path might be lucky enough
to echo yours.
The best I can do is remember everything I learned from
you.
The memory of passions will fuel something new.
You'll be gone, and I will have something to live for.

But by me you'll be missed the most.