In the end, this love was worth it.
In my hand, I wrote all the things I want to admit.
I loved you, I hated you, I admired you.
You were mine, but she was yours.

The skeletons in my closet wonder
Unanswered questions, I dare to ask
Haunting my ever existing body, it asks and tells
I answer, they stumble and mumble my name
My humbled body slumbers to its death, waiting to awake once again.

The smiles in child's faces,
The laughter in my mother's eyes,
The bright golden sunrays hitting my dark brown hair,
Everybody painted the streets bright yellow,
But you painted it an unfamiliar ,summery, golden yellow.

The music spirals me unto the room
Moving swiftly, dancing to the beat
Singing softly, whispering loudly
Typing hasty, losing count of time
My heart beats faster, the pressure raises
My thoughts succumb me, and I then resist
Ecstasy fills the room, I continue to dance to the beat of the drums