"Every  hottie slays a fool, sometimes..."

Oh dear god...
How he loved her.
Soul,
and body whole.


How he wonders
why he's suddenly
fucking nothing
more than an empty hole...

Damn...
How he cherished
those moments,
stupid,  as he was...
her hapless emotional landscape,
he'd roam it

A nomad, deserted...
starved of her love's potion

Needed her like life-saving
water in a dehydrated ocean.

How he missed her voice,
her  vice was he.

Thought he  saw so much
in those silly ass dreams,
but the  truth of it really
was, he couldn't see

He never  knew
there'd come a day,
when she was gone.

Now, fucking broken for life,
so what's the sense in moving on?

Past, no longer a future,
and whatever joy did occur
that shit was just an imaginary blur

because now he simply feels
like a damn joke for having loved her...