Yes my darling, you are every unfinished poem besides my waste bin
And yes you are every thought that clouds the cranium space above my neck
But just know you were my destination
You weren't a pit stop or a cheap motel where I could kick up my fit and leave when the nights over
Its hard to remember how it felt before I met you
Now I slowly start to feel the lava rising up to my bottom lip and the taste of blood as it flows out my mouth
I feel the steam as it comes out my ears and fogs up my room

' Low lights and long nights
I try hard to not remember
And you, too beautiful
I can't look
I've done so very many stupid things
it's too late... remember '

I feel it again
The despair I felt in the dead of last winter
He said I should leave you behind
But I know, the thought of you will always linger
Every night I try to put you out like a burning cigarette
But the embers spark up my dry throat and start a blazing fire
I keep thinking about the park
And the bench we sat on
The trees we compared ourselves to
Your smile projected the light that reflected off the rancid polluted lake
The dead stars the lit up the sky when I walked you home
And most of all the clumsy words that revealed what my heart had to say

Simple words; you left...