My life is stained
       with red wine spills

Even though I've wiped
       up most...

There will always be a silhouette
                   there to remind me

That no stain ever truly fades completely..

We chase sunsets
                 not
                   realizing
that they never really fade.


It is us that sets,
             as it moves on.

I was an empty glass till
you filled me half way.

"I was never greedy"

But as I saw it
             I was a short shot
So who needs a full glass
            to get tipsy..

You were the soft wax
           I the wick...

And we burned all night

Moulding ourselves
         never drowning
the evanescence
   as we evaporated into each other.

As I bit my nails
                  wanting to taste you
beneath my fingertips

I knew then that I loved you....

Claustrophobic meetings of
                   myself in the mirror.

I'm shut in this refection,
               when I know this
          isn't me..

Pain attacks of a realization,
                       I'm stuck in this
         obituary of looks..
                        I scream only seeing within..

I stare at empty picture frames...

         Vacant memories never filled..
That moment I regret was never saying..
                                                    "I do,

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