Gone. (Collaboration with Monster)

Every time I see her,
I keep falling.
She’s another mystery,
more than worth solving.

One more phone call,
that never came.
She used to wait everyday,
and listen for a ring.

One day she said,
"Please don’t call."
No more, “I love you's”
I want more than all.

I think of the playgrounds,
which we traumatized.
Some nights I repaint them
on the lids of my eyes.

Of course it's melted away,
it's wanted no more.
The yellowed old photographs
spiral down to the floor.

She hates hurself for hurting him,
but it seems she's grown some....
An angel in eyeliner,
broke his heart with a thud.