Your laugh could woe even Cupid himself,
Make the Devil drop a slave to his knees...

Two lonesome seeds adrift in separate gales
Wore their hearts upon uneasy sleeves...

Nine years later and it feels the same,
The rhythm in my chest when I see your name...

I can’t look at your pictures
They’re so bittersweet...

Leave it to me to cave further into myself,
Only I did not think I could sink any deeper...

She made me delicate.
She peeled back layers of protection...

I miss honeysuckle and wild berry bushes,
Carefully climbing trees in the front yard...

I taste like burnt coffee on your tongue
Like a cherry plucked too early from the tree...

Sometimes it’s apocalyptic.
I’m there, in the eye of the storm, momentarily...

I’d rather tear myself apart a million times...
They say ignorance is bliss and I can’t help but...

We are broken in different ways
But the hurt feels similar, not quite the same...

She was a pristine rose plucked;
A vision in crimson from a sea of scarlet...