the only pain
stronger
than the one lying alone on your
bedroom floor with
an empty
bottle clutched to your chest
where she was supposed to be
is the pain
lying on the bathroom floor
when all you
can
do is try to lift your head
to the toilet to
***** the
rest of her out of you

We were a ***** little secret
Hidden under the sheets
Under the quilt
Holding hands was a forbidden rule
Unspoken voice that would keep
Us from getting too close
My world exploded in thousands of colours
And millions of endless smiles when you
Felt my hand brushing yours
And broke the law
For a touch of my hand
A glimpse of a future we
Could have
Our hands holding like tomorrow
Would never wake us up from that dream
When morning came it forgot to claim
The memory of us from my lovesick brain
I still live in the dream we created
Yet I know all that has been wasted
When you woke up and looked at me
It was only a friend you saw in me

That was my smile.
A little uneven, a lot of perfect.
That was mine. And you gave it to her.
**You really ought to stop giving away my things.