My World Became Darker

My world became darker when you left it.
 
It was dark already.
Your dark world and mine were supposed to merge.
We were supposed to rule the world together,
supposed to rule each other.
 
But then, I had to say it:
"We should separate."
 
A million times now I slap myself
and scream "Why?!"
 
Truth was that I was scared of your dark world,
scared of it because it reflected the darkness within myself.
 
Darkness that I let out a little too much with you.
 
So many problems you gave up on
and couldn't fix with me.
 
As messed up as you were,
even you could not help me.
 
By that time,
I had died.
 
That day,
I crossed over into an afterlife of torment,
never to return.
 
No matter how many men want me,
it doesn't bring back you,
all that you were to me.
 
That sexy, mischievous smile you always had on your face,
makeout-able lips that I will never get to taste.
Smoker breath that spells corruption,
as corrupted as your dark past you stay mostly silent about.
Dark eyes that could pierce through my soul
in the most sincere way.

Dark hair full of secrets that I will never unravel.
A voice that makes me both want to melt in your arms and hear you moan.
A thin body I would kill now to be all over,
an unseen dick my pussy never got to meet.
Questions about you that never got an answer.
A mystery that never got solved.
 
It's seared in my mind,
a constant replay of the little time I had with you
and how I could have had more time if
I hadn't fucked up.
 
More time to put all of the puzzle pieces of my heart together,
to understand you,
to understand me,
to understand the most important aspect of my life- the romantic one.
 
Where that puzzle piece once was, there is now darkness. Pitch black darkness obscuring my heart, making an abyss of nothingness.
 
My world became darker when you left it, so dark that it may never fully return to light again.