your mouth
was a dingy cot
for your old friend
Jack Daniels
to rest
when the air was frosty
and he had nowhere
to go
for the night.
you called it fun,
I called you susceptible;
nevertheless
I always did adore
your caring nature.



Copyright ©  2015 Alyssa Packard
All Rights Reserved

I never wanted to hurt you,
I didn't know how deep the scars ran,
All I want is to keep you smiling,
In whatever way I can,
I don't know if you ever loved me,
Or if I was ever part of your plan,
But in my life the focus shifted,
To your face, your eyes and your hand,
I know that these words are too late,
But they're my last attempt to get you back,
So please, listen to what I'm saying,
And tell me that you understand,

I love you no matter what happens,
I will always be there if you need me,
I will never give up on you,
Whether as a friend or more than that,
I will always care,
I will always trust you,
I will always believe in you,
There is not a single thing you could do to stop me loving you,
I'm sorry if that's not enough.

I will write you away,
Scrub the memories of you,
From my insides with the magic of words.
I have already cleaned you away,
With soap and scalding water.
Burning you away from me,
As I hang myself to dry,
In the heat of the sun,
Letting the wind take the scent of you,
Away from me.

And now, all that is left to cleanse,
Is my insides,
Where soap and desperate hands,
Cannot reach and wash.
So I write you away.
With every phrase,
Every word,
Every letter,
I send you away from me.
Let the remnants of you,
That remain within me,
Off into the world,
Following your footsteps.

I shall write until the habits,
The memories,
The emotions,
That are connected to you
Are cut loose and set free.
I shall paint a picture of you,
With my words,
And with every kiss of the
brush and canvas,
With each stroke,
I shall paint the image of you,
Remove it from within me,
And never look upon it again.

I shall write what you were to me,
What you meant to me,
What you made me feel,
Until the words don’t make any sense.

I shall write you away,
Turn pages black with ink
And clear my soul of you.
I shall write,
Until you are ...

Gone.

Brave warriors of my eyes they are,
Fighting their way through my shutters.
Dare thee stoppeth them.
My Unstoppables. My tears.