That smell of you still lingers
I've bleached the walls
Changed the linen
Hell, even threw away your
Favorite dress you loved to see me in
But the drainage from your memories
**** me
Will they say you're the cause of death
On my autopsy?

It stabs
you in the face
every time
it gets a chance.
It takes
away your breath,
making it impossible to breathe.
It freezes
your limbs
and your insides.
Though it hurts,
I still love it.

  SNOW.

She stood still as life stood before her
Her path unclear
Her memories fighting one another
Her demons sing the hymn her heart beats
Life stood before her with claws that took lives away
She tried to run
Her blood filled with truth and depression
Causing her to stand still
Her mind filled with plans to run away
Her painful memories won
She learnt life had 3 choices
Live, run or die
She tried all and failed all
Living and breathing became hard
She lost meaning and saw a trampled heart
Her heart stepped and bruised by the people she loved
Her body used like a tissue on a hot summers day.
Only purpose is to clean up.
She searched for a place to bury her heart but only found more humans created to harm.
Her blood flowed in disappointment and regret as she ran passed life and met death.
Death gave a warm welcoming hand
With eyes that glittered the face with truth of pain
She knew death stole the identity of life
But confrontations was her weakness
She found a calmness that death gave her
A calmness that turned all good, bad
She ran back
She sat in between life and death for she had nowhere to run
The world she stole the blame from pushed her away
The river that welcomed her with wickedness was rejected due to past teachings..
Now she remains in a world of confusion and accepting of everything.

stories have been told
they said "be strong"
I've tried
I did it
but it's so hard to keep it cool
it's so hard to let go
but how can I do that when it's going to be you?