I will always miss you
The you I thought you were
Normally I could just let go
Instead I have no choice but to watch you
The you that is a ghost running around my head
And turned my unfortunate heart, yet again, into a tombstone with your name etched in silence
You will always be a picture of a poisonous flower
Just the suggestion of the beauty
Coupled with a harsh omission of reality
everyone will say  "its only a feeling it will go away"
How do they not understand
That is the
saddest
part.