You are gone. I will chronicle you in coffee splotched journals for my mind does tumble, stumble over the pot holes you have left there. The sun rises through the branches of a naked tree. Somehow, it vanquishes the moon, and I think of how I allowed you to vanquish me- Damn the way your frgrant hair lays! Like a garlic shocked Dracula hiding behind a ranting Renfield, I shrink into a bottle and scream out a message to you but, the cork keeps in the distress call and keeps out the air. My pilot light is waning and you seem not to care. I tried to protect you like a flash frozen flower. I saw you at the end of my fingertips, and I scratched you, trying to snatch you out of harms way. Stirring more trouble than ceasing, I let you go to roam alone.
Reason for writing:
A very messy breakup.
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