I drank the bottle of ***** with hopes that it might erase you from my mind.
I burned the things you gave me hoping nothing would remind me that you existed.
I wrote you 3 pages of how I felt hoping it might bring me peace.
But none of them worked.
I still remember your face, how your cheek bones are perfectly shaped.
I was addicted to you, God, How you made me feel.
You're still in my mind rushing through my veins.
I can still remember the way you felt, your skin against mine.
You said I was your world but ****** you were my galaxy.
Nothing but sadness consumes me now,
dead flowers and butterflies lay in my stomach.
You killed them the day you started doing what you did.