it's been around ten months since:

1. our last moments of conversation.
2. the last time I'd wait, eager for love clarification.
3. one last glance at the love of my life.
4. I'm sorry I haven't gotten you out of my head.
5. you smelled like cigarettes & lust.
6. true love is something I can't forget.
7. nothing compares to your eyes.
8. I certainly wish you'd take me back.
9. hoping the memories rock your bed.
10. months since I left your heart, I cry.

erasing you from my head is the hardest task.
I could wash my skin with rubbing alcohol,
and burn my eyes with chemical bleach,
you'd still be in my bluntly put dreams.

wash out my mouth with soap, cut my silk
wounds to bits, I will always love you,
even in death and holy eternity.

true love is exactly this; devotion until broke.

I'm alive as much as the next person,
although talk is cheap to explain this.

thick & thin, my caramel skin is the same,
cold easily, sometimes warm,
lately it's been a mix of both.

I haven't touched a drop in months,
alcohol was the least of my problems though.

bullet-cut habits and finely made shoes,
those were the days of youth.

I beg of you, shallow man, vain girl,
since when is attraction only seen?

can't you see the passion of someone's heart,
or the lack of selfishness in his gentle eyes?

a beautiful face, in time it will fade,
but a heart of gold, will stand the test of life,
more than cashmere words & silky lies.

I beg of you, love of mine, oh sweet divine,
since when do I not shine like stars in your eyes?

can't you see the kindness within my heart,
or the willingness to love you unconditionally,
whether in sight or blind?

a beautiful appearance can soon be faded,
but a love deep like the ocean cannot be seen,
yet it can be felt in the depths of your heart.

think of this before you break my heart,
and before you think of loving someone else.

lies are so pretty, I fall each time as hard,
your words are cheap but I appreciate each one,
simply because I adore your wicked smile.

either you're Satan in disguise or the mighty God of love,
because I'm falling under way too fast.

Remember,
This was never a love story.

What am I to do to fill this gap inbetween us. Maybe I'll fill it with the trash I have laying around my room, or in my soul. Maybe I'll fill it with a million hours of occupation, money, and material objects. Maybe another could fill it with their baggage and sadness, their big eyes with questions of doubt and love.
But no, don't you dare trust a thing I say, because I have not a clue what could possibly fill a hole the size of the universe.