I've learned over the past seven years
That destiny is just a pill
Shaped to go down easy
Flavored to taste sweet at first
Yet poisoned to **** you slowly

There's no escaping the aftermath
When you pray for safer waters
When you reach for outstretched hands
Yet no one's there
Except a ghost without a grip

I can't erase what's been created
Only toss dirt on an already-filthy heart
Stained forever by her apathy
And destroyed by no great tragedy
Just slow, and bitter, bleeding
Caused by her fading scent