Helena, I've been seeing you a lot, lately,
And your lips, seemed more chapped.
Whenever I see your face,
Those memories of us,
They keep playing on repeat,
In my messed up head.
Remember that time, when you painted me with brighter shadows,
And I stitched your name across my broken heart?
Well, that was a moment, for the first time in awhile,
When I felt alive,
And after all, I felt like I belong.
Helena, that feeling scared me.
Your eyes held the sun, rising, lingering, setting,
And I remember how often I've been drowning myself in the sea of green,
Blinded by their beauty,
And tearing myself apart, from staring too long at your light.
Helena, you are breaking my heart.
Small and old park bench,
Where I kissed you the most,
And you held your hand in mine,
While I kept being yours without any sound,
Is still the same,
As the last time, you have been there,
Letting us fall.
Then, my heart felt the need to keep you warmer, just because,
But instead I've pushed you away,
Told you things that I didn't mean to,
Breaking apart along with the sound of your voice,
Fading away.
Helena, I've never felt this way.
So we are at the beginning again,
Shadows of our past,
Close but far,
Blurry and fake.
Helena, I remember that day,
When you smelled like roses and innocence,
And you played like a child,
While the others of our age pretended to be older,
So, when they turned colder,
You cried onto my shoulder,
While your black hair covered your ears,
And I found myself thinking,
That you were more then beautiful to me.
Helena, you laughed too loudly, too  much, too often,
And sometimes, you faced the darkness with the same smile,
As you did the light.
In those moments, I so badly wanted you to know,
That you are the hope in the endless, haunting nights,
You are the part of every moment that I ever wanted to last,
That I miss you when you aren't around,
And that you found a way for breaking my heart,
Somehow.