You told me stories of how people never had a good story in their life or how sophisticated it is to live one.

That it's unachievable, that it is not probable to actually obtain something so beautiful.

For you, there was not one person in this world who has and had a good story.

You were always so negative, not appreciating what was in front of you, all the gifts you have trying to entertain you.

But you, you are my story and you will always be.

The shooting star at night, the one I would always wish for. The light in my darkness, and all the cliché bullshit the world has witnessed and has gotten bored of listening and reading all the time. And I know, I know that these words mean nothing to you anymore, but it offends me to hear someone I love the most not noticing the impact she has in my life on this crazy roller coaster ride that is filled with ups and downs that we have decided to call "life".

I am eternally grateful for clearing the blight, for your existence.

I know why you were sent into this world, because you were the message I needed in my life.

I was your pages,

and you are my story.

I thought as well,

As I touched your hands

They turned cold

And I am in my own world again

Thinking,

The what could have been's

The what if's

If I could have just been a better person

We could have been greater

You could have been mine

But what use are the what if's

If reality is your adversary

Now I just sit here

Senseless -

Unbecoming of who I used to be

With the past haunting me

Painting its own picture

And I am its subject

With words written of what could have been

"Us"

With these words. I implore you.

Can't you tell I adore you?

Let me up. In heaven beside you.

I'd die to find you.

To once again imbibe you.

Incite you. Divide you.

Please defeat me. And beat me.

Without shame. You complete me.

In your pity less form.

No time for weak women's scorn.

Your vision! It Glisten’s.

Your form is covered in diamonds.

The way they roll down your back.

From your neck to your crack.

Your near mythical knack. For?

What most women lack.

I shudder when thinking.

The ghost of you.

On attack.

On me. On my back.

Sent shivers through did.

You did.

The ghost that hosted.

Of whom I boasted

Enveloping all in your smoke

Brings tear to eye.

To hear you quote.

Every revelation.

Left me. Rev-elating.

Annotating.

Boasting.

Hope being broken.

Someday closing in on.

A hook to hang.

My hopes on.

❌❌❌❌❌❌❌❌❌❌❌❌❌❌❌

Where you've gone.

I too. Long.

Must I live on?

Yours was the strong song.

Mine barely a b-side.

I grieve when your breeze dies.

When the heavens, your grace a beckons.

A slave to its wish?

You ghosts death has kissed.

He's stolen my kiss.

My apparition miss.

Nothing more

And nothing less.

What I think of

Every breath

Since the day

I caused

Your death.

Not to blame.

You claim

Dead lover.

No disdain

Or shame

To offer.

Even as an

After thought?

Your to good

For me, My love.

Damn all!!

The ways for

you I lacked.

And you did not.

It seemed

Your knack.

No here.

No they're

No nothing now.

You're gone and all that's good is forgotten.

The worst it seems for me is stalking.

The Dr says my brain is rotting.

Goodbye my love I say to you now because sometime tomorrow I won't remember our? Vows Wows Places or Faces.

My memory be gone. And I'm not sure what or who replaced it.

Break me like the stars

Avoid me like the rain

Come back to me again

Show me the love I miss

Nail me on the stars

Shatter me like broken bottles

When you're drunk at 4 am

Thinking about the pain you caused

Leave me,

Break me,

Stab me with your broken promises

And I will love you again with shattered reasons

End me,

Don't love me, 

Show me how it feels to be broken

Because I will love you again with endless reasons