I'll Trade Me...

You left.

It seems like seconds ago,

Tomorrow the sun will rise.

And my smile will rip in half,

Thought I wasn't desperate enough.

Yet, here I am.

Despising everything that doesn't bring back our memoirs.

Was it really that long?

When I met you?

Well, forgive my manners.

As they are reminiscent of a lost treasure.

Where are you, love?

Yes, I declare!

I love you.

What is love, though?

I thought it to be a well welcomed tickle for my soul,

No.

Used to lick the chance of becoming attached,

Now, I desperately need your gruesome aid.

Wine's blood, will spill.

An alcoholic, I might be.

And screams will forgive.

But, you don't know any of this.

I reckon to admire your fraudulent attempt to bring joy back.

You don't,

And then a decadent instant becomes an omnipotent force.

I inhale your vice,

Like a cigarette,

It tastes better at night,

While I swim inside the pulpy sea of your mad jungle,

I'm dying,

And I like it.

If I can't have my garnishing dreams back,

Then let me go.

Oh! but you already did so.

Torture for my soul.

It's all good, hun.

I might be tempted to fall inside the hole of one of your pores,

But this time,

I'll contradict myself,

And say "'no.''