Tears roll down his face
Plip
Plop
They splatter on the ground
Crushed
Just like his hopes,
for an "us"

An arbitrary
term, that's what a "best friend" is
The words mean nothing.

You cannot be him
He is the one I think of
Every day and night.

Devoid of feeling
I'm lost inside of myself
A wandering soul.

There is a morgue in my bedroom.
Past all the happy memories,
Hidden in my closet,
The dead lie, waiting.

It contains deceased memories, relationships
Expired love.
In the form of stuffed animals, cards, notes, pictures
I hide my grief.

Some may call it a cemetery, but it is not.
It is not a resting place for the dead,
but a place for restless memories to skulk.
A haunting ground.

I want you gone.
Removed from my heart,
Erased from my brain,
Eradicated from my skin.
As if you were never there,
Your fingertips never traced my lips,
And your words never wound their way into my memory.

If only I had known our love wasn't made to last,
I need never be ruled by the ghosts of my past.

Turbulent
Some would say
Rocky
Was the word people used
to describe us
Unhealthy
Hurtful
Pointless
And sometimes I couldn't help but to agree.

We were
Up and Down
Back and Forth
Round and Round
But I did not see it as
Painful
To me it was
Passionate
It was
Love.