Its not her, its him. (Another take on Titan's Curse missing Annabeth, but its Percy).
~*O*~
Its not me, why wasn't it me?
Why was it you?
And not me?
~*O*~
Cold. Empty, hazy and silent is how the days are (without him). She looks everywhere (under her bed, above the hills and beyond the skies). Your (laugh, your smile and your little self) image is all that she sees.
It was my fault (so you say you wouldn't agree, but I am always right as you can see). The (painful) dreams of you, broken and (oh gods, those scars) bleeding. Your shattered lovely eyes (what did they do?), they will never be the same. The (heavy with past) scars will remain, won't they? (Just) Another collection in this never-ending (gods') museum.
They do not want to take me (how selfish they are, to think I would stay behind). But I insist, and so you say I am (amazingly) stubborn, yet you had not look at yourself (how stubborn you are, now wait for me).
The sea looks colorless to me. Without your (beautiful) eyes, I had forgotten how it is to stare at something (so calming, so familiar and lovely) with those colors.
The sea also grows restless (much like I have).
Where are you (fill this silence, please)? Why are you not (happy) in my dreams? What are you carrying (the weight of the sky, hah)? (It had been proven to be not irony).
Now I have found you (so broken and tired) all I wanted was to let you fall into my (it has to be mine) arms. Rest easy (that will never happen) now, I have you (look into my eyes).
Broken as they are (your eyes), they are familiar, and how I have missed it (too much).
Don't worry, I have you (in my hands), you can cry. I would not care (because I have, too many times).