Birthday Numbers

I think I talk too much. I think I speak meaningless things into existence. 

I talked myself out of love with you. 

Considering all that you put me through, I shouldn't really be surprised.

But aside from the lies, you opened my eyes. 

And now I can't seem to see the world through the same lens.

Cassidy's death taught me everything comes to an end. 

Everything has a season. And my favorite was yours. 

December, funny how that rhymes with September.

My favorite archer, you showed me the way. 

And now, today, I am lost again. 

Looking for direction. 

Calling your name in my head in the hopes that you answer.

But every response is only a ghost of you.

Every impersonation of you leaves a haunting after math.

After that, i'm left with close to nothing.

My thoughts keep running.

Shower all the noise away.

My thoughts keep hounding me.

Tomorrow is another day.

Repetition. Repetition. Repetition.