When it comes to you I bend backwards forward
You make me feel annoited to be with you
When the lights go out your presence light up my soul
You are the fire to my soul my ever present ‘need’
Switch up to reality!
I talk as if you are still around filling up the void you left
You left with no goodbye just a trail of torn memories
I say torn cause picking up every piece is hard I only pick the ones that look like flowers
Some pieces add up some pieces cramble as they refuse to pick themselves up
It hurts me to say but yes you were my backbone my only reason for survival my ever present antidote
But now I am glad that you have become something I would love to forget
A burnt memory, ashes to ashes my darling!