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!