I can't walk into flower shops anymore because all I can smell is the rose that you wore on your lapel the day that you swore you'd love me forever. That was the last time I'd ever wear white. Now I can't think of you without having to swallow back the combined taste of bile and venom. You were everything I thought I wanted wrapped into the most beautiful form of lucifer that I had ever seen. Our first dance wasn't to my favorite song but to the sound of nails on a chalkboard and I still don't know how I missed it. You are the reason I envy snakes and their ability to shed their skin. More than anything I just want to live in a skin that you never had a chance to soil. Instead of being my lighthouse; my beacon of hope- you were the storm dragging me under the waves, drowning out any hopes of a safe return.

-o.m.h