I felt as though I was fleeing a crime scene when I left her life.
Hearts left to bleed, I could recall the sadness that tasted like asphalt and iron.  
I did not have time to regret anything when wrath outweighed the love in my heart.
My heart fluttered just as fast as I tore apart the emotions tying us together.  
I saw our relationship falling apart at the seams.
Intoxication was the only way we stomached being around each other.  
If I did not think too hard everything was okay and I could swear my heartbeat still danced around her.
At one-point heavy silences were all that remained to tie us together.
I told myself I just needed time.
In the same way that a dying man fights against the pull of death I denied any ideas of separation.
The words that failed us and never found their way to each other still hover around me, mocking me.
I wonder if she knew how close I was to falling in love.
The asphalt and iron remain on my lips, a reminder to never let my guard down.
Regret remains an old-time friend of mine.
Regret holds me every night as I remember her smile and how it felt to be loved.