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Aftermath

Sometimes I wonder
If you still think of me

What is the flavor of our heartbreak?
Bittersweet metal like blood in our mouths
Sore from being bound and gagged
Illusions of the soul fooled us to think
That we were perfect pieces of a puzzle

Starved for love we lapped like dogs
Until the stars pitted us at our throats
Straight for the jugular with our battles
I carry the scars even now, do you?
They ache when I remember old truths
Back when the love was pure and sweet
Desperately, passionately, obstinately
Holding on, hoping for brighter days

The good memories still haunt me
Old pictures like ghosts in dusty boxes
But eventually like everything out of sight
They fade away from the battle front
And you become a figment of imagination
A misfortune from another life elsewhere
Just a fleeting smear in the storybook

[b]...Still I write[b]