Broken hopes, unkept promises

Expanding void and the fall

This Is what I am left of you

Can love no other

Perhaps You know that too

Keeps you at peace

While I gather whatever little I can

Of you in others

Memories of your cleavage

The colour of your smile

Gushing from my slashed wrists.

I smell of stale alcohol

Which doesn’t even kill

You said it was too much love

And I Said it was passing of spring

You said, ‘forget me. Let go.’

I’m caught in that spring forever

And I’m still holding onto the letting go

I know. I’m going to live there forever!

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