Time

Days pass by slow, more and more I seem to get over the things I lost. But I can't stand the thought of me losing you. We fought, argued, smiled, cried, and laughed together. Those memories will be engraved in my head. As the words " I Love you" stain my teeth, because there wasn't a moment where "I love you" didn't  come out of my mouth. Time seemed to be the last of my worries, but now I can hear the second hand. I sit alone thinking... (maybe to much?)  wanting that rain to go back in the clouds, wanting my tears to go back into my body, wanting a rewind button. But time is my enemy, and it only seems to be getting worse.