You walk out the door 

The last embrace felt like the breeze on the last day of summer

The sweatshirt that I used to love, the color navy

 Navy used to smell of trust and cinnamon, 

but now I only see the darkness before a bad summer storm. 

I can see you but you can’t see me

 I’m reaching out for you but you keep pulling away

Why did you walk away? 

The sound of your name is just nails on a chalkboard 

The smell of your cologne is now burnt toast on an unpleasant morning

Only making the morning worse 

The cries in my bed as I see the roses bleeding red

Red the color of the love you once had for me

The roses bled out, but I’m still here holding the remains