Fumbled thoughts like fumbled fingers I'm tracing the irises of your canary eyes.

 Oil painted sunsets the same shade as your eyes melded with mine, the ending or the beginning I cant really tell (someone make sense of this [me])

 I can never not love all the things I love(d) about you even if I'm not supposed to love your smile or your voice or your golden eyes anymore.

 The lightning strikes of heartbreak and "I'll never love anyone again" (except you will)

 Just remember when you were happy. Sometimes pretending you're happy helps you feel less sad. if anything, remember that if you love something you have to let it go.

 (that's what made it easier to leave you, even though it's the hardest thing I've ever had to do.)