She was my symphony.
But every piece
Of this orchestra
Was out of tune.
Somehow you knew I loved the noise.
I found pleasure in the cacophony.
She was my love.
I gave myself to her
in ways I wish I never did.
But you can't change the past.
But you can't forget it either.
You may have left me
but these memories haven't.
They haunt me.
The thought of you
Is what goes bump in the night.
You plague my dreams.
Hell truly is the reminder of you.
Every scent, touch, or memory
Sends me deeper into agony.
You've left me in pain.
You've left me broken.
You left me.