Blueberry Muffins

When we part, I cry You took the necklace for that reason, because that was your half. But when we parted, the tears carved lines filled with devastation down my freckled cheeks. When we parted, I sat in shock and disbelief. My half, torn from me. Say it's not true, please. I have grown accustomed to turning to anyone else, now that you are missing. Say it's not true. Please. I have grown used to sleeping without hearing your voice and without seeing you when I awake with a scream on my lips. I have grown, you see, grown so much without you. My necklace is rusted and old, hasn't heard my heart in forever. Blueberry muffins haven't touched my tongue since we parted. I am too saddened, too hurt, and afraid they'll taste like you. My dreams sometimes have you as the shining star within them. Sometimes you are my savior, but usually you are my devil. My devil with dark hazel eyes, bewitching me with looks and words. My savior with love and kindness, nothing but tricks and lies. Oh but the heart is folly and cannot believe you are vanished without a doubt, never to come back to me. Please say it isn't true. Please call me, dial my number, text me and tell me. Tell me that it'll never be true. Tell me that blueberry muffins taste like muffins, and that my nightmares cannot star you if you are not in the waking world. Tell me that I do not miss you, but the shining idea of you. Tell me that your necklace is rusting in a corner like mine. Please say it's all not true, and that you never cared at all. Please say it was all deception, and never anything more. I will tell you that you were never my half. You were never my piece. You were never my crutch, and never my true love. I will tell you that muffins are muffins and your kisses are not anywhere near as good as blueberries. And not a lie will pass my mouth. I will tell you that I've been just fine without you, and the nights I wake searching for someone, I have been content with my own personal strength. I can confide to you that I am the fire, and you were never the one that helped me shine, and you were the one that tried to extinguish my brilliance. When we parted, I cried until my sides ached and my head throbbed with dull agony. When we parted, it was the end. But when we parted, I did not die. My heart did not wither, and my soul is still formidable. When we parted, I did not crumble. And I'm telling you now, dear boy blueberry muffins are not kisses, and they will not taste like me. They are only muffins.