Past remanences of the smiles you gave me even when you felt like dying. The smell of your cologne on your chest. I fall apart every time it gets dark, I cant escape my fate of the way I love you. A part of my heart left with you when you left me, leaving me as hallow as an empty grave to burry my thoughts. Because our love is now 6 feet under. I lose myself every now and again. I graze my lips with my finger tip remembering your touch as I’m alone, its all to much for me, invading my lungs like smoke and air. My heart skips beats more then the tune of an old juke box. I cant help but wonder could our love make dead roses bloom, again. If my tear drops could be bottled they would fill the ocean, I thought I love you was a promise. Maybe just a promise of sin. Only you know the way that I break. I drink you down like I want to drown. Try to wake up, do it all again. Why did you run from me, why were you scared of me, why didn’t you care for me. I promise to be calm and collected, we can talk about things that shouldn’t be said out loud. What am I doing here, its as if im alone in a crowd. This love feels so fake, my demands aren’t high to make, but they are high at sake. You started a fire inside of me with one small spark, will I ever let you back to put it out. You cant pretend you don’t miss me or that you don’t care. Everyone knows you and I are suicidal art.

-Xo Maldo