I still find you, trapped within the scent
threaded into my blankets.
I still taste you on the exhales of my morning's first cigarette.
I still feel your five o'clock shadow tickling my shoulders when I type at my computer.
I still feel your eyes across the room when part of a crowd.
I still linger in the music we shared.
I still hear your voice amongst the songs of birds. And when I listen hard enough,
I still hear you whisper those
three
solitary
words.

I woke up face down in the murky waters of a memory
This old poem that you wrote for me
From the cavernous depths of your empty soul

With baby's breath and angels tears
You read it so intently
Your gaze nearly discerned me
Fever struck your cheekbones
And I fell into the catastrophe I once called home

A dream deferred, a wilted rose
A recalled loss of sense
The feeling of your arms around me
One I won't soon forget.

My heart beats too slow
My blood runs too deep
There's always something wrong with me

In every story I've ever been, I ******* annihilated everyone I've ever known.
I fell in love with the devil, but I broke his heart, and he let me go.

Beauty does not stop the hand that pulls the flower from it's roots.

The blows come unannounced
I fear my heart might beat again
For something I failed to **** inside me
For something that was once so perfect in my mind.

It's always a string of words
That make me question everything
And you just sit there
While they spill out
And they bring me to my knees,
I swear to god they do.

You were always the instrument that could soothe away all my faults, all my wrinkles,
And I'll never forgive you for that.
The way you made everything perfect, and then left...
Just like that.