Scribbling the thoughts away again
Finding the perfect combination
Of symbolisms and phrases
To create the perfect  illustration
Something to represent
With conciseness and ambiguity
The earth shattering well of emotions
Which you made me go through daily
From too good to be true
Till unlivable complications
I've compared you to pixie dust
Dragon's breath and volcanic eruptions
I've likened what we had to
Child like wonder, make believe, bright eyes
Bed time stories, the attic ghost
Rainbows, unicorns and stormy skies
I kept writing
To preserve what once was perfect
And to release what I can no longer carry
Something which we failed to protect
I've told exactly what happened
In a way that only you would know
I've written so many similar lines
Titled differently just for show
I've promised to stop
To stop writing for you
Yet here I am again
Without anything else to do
With stanzas you'll never read
And proses you'll never hear from me
No more stories, just plain words
Plain final words I hope, no more fantasies
I loved you, I might still do
But what used to be in is almost out
I'm tired, exhausted really, and I've had enough
I loved you, finally my ink is running out
The page filled up with scribbles
Full but empty at the same time
When ink no longer poured out
And words no longer rhymed
I exhaled, finally breathing again
I ran out of words but I'll keep writing
Writing till I don't know when
It may be unbelievable
But it's long overdue
To say that those future metaphors
Will no longer be for you