I love the way you promised me forever,
I took it all in, full measure.
I love the way you discarded the used rag of my heart
when feelings reached boiling truths, spilling over me,
leaving me burnt and charred.
I love the memory of you,
why do you force me to defile it so?
I loved the way we spoke through skin and soul,
the way you made me feel whole, before your smile faded and your lies took control..
It's the same old scenario,
a soul weary from too many wars, struck down beneath shimmering stars, a heart forced to stop all connections and all care,
forced to replace rainbows and dreamscapes with war scenes littered with corpses.