I will admit this awful and incredibly all over the place, but I will keep it as a published draft for now as a reminder to come back to it later :)
-October
I don't love you anymore my dear,
We tried to light a prodigious fire
amongst the gusts of wind
And pouring rain, time and
Time again for a small flicker
Of delicate Amber's
So frail but graceful and you
Took the little sparks in your hand
And crushed them, disregarded them like Faulty pixie dust.
Did you embrace the burn, for that it was, did it fill your mouth with salty sharp sacrifices and bloody money
Or was it nothing but a dull itch of
Apathy?
I am not bitter, no longer do I
Long for you to long for me,
For us, I only keep our blue prints
In their cell for what was
And not what could of been.
but
Each window turned cloudy,
Water poured down gently, each
Corner of my mouth curled like
Biting into a sour lemon-
But as I do not love you anymore
I can only wish you sweet
Things and oh how I hope
You awaken to the smell of fresh
Clementines and illuminating
Skys
I don't love you anymore my dear
But oh I would have waited
A melliniom to build you
A utopia.
You were in love with the
Pretty little ideas formulated
In your head and though I no
Longer love you, your what
I'll see seconds before I am
Dead.
