I look in the mirror and you still form part of my reflection
I try to find prefect words to perfect this narrative
but it wasn’t perfect, so why am I doing this?
Clouds of If only, Why & how storm my chest in dark alley gospels.

Thunder strikes, in roars that whisper; why did you let me express myself to your body,
oh what a tangled web we wove when our legs intertwined in synchrony with our souls.

How do I rid myself of your echoes ?
These distant sounds of your memory sing to me like a caged bird longing to be free
If only you didn’t wrap your lust around me so tight, I wouldn’t feel you layered on me like a second skin.

When I sink into the paper, like the ink that ooze’s out of sores you left in my soul
I ask myself, will this pen ever lose the grip on you?
will my heart ever outgrow you even though your absence has made it grow fonder?

Looking at myself I see more than me.
I see you, in all your glory beauty
I see you fade away, & like sand lain in a gust of wind, I see you drift away, grain by grain.
I see how you’ve affected my every thought with a deadly clasp
I see you sink into my veins, making my blood boil.
You still had the ability to keep my heart on its toes.

I think they were wrong
about having to let go
of those you love

Because when I let you run away to be free, before we knew that running ain’t freedom
you ran with my heart & now I’m forced to survive without it
Now I’m forced to survive, without you.