Mellifluous Murmurs

To The Dearest Of Upon

To the dearest of upon, 

this one is for you.

The countless nights, 

the missing shoe.

My scaring frights, 

our love that wouldn't do!

Your shimmery dress, 

my pyjama set.

That horrible mess, 

our life that we lived on to let.

Those constant headaches, 

my throbbing head.

Your attitude shakes, 

the baby that was never fed.

I scream for the first,

you slap my face.

You sting my thirst,

I run off as you jog after me and intend to make a chase.

I cry as an old woman,

you are dead in your grave.

"She never looked me in the eye– not at me but a man,

it's your turn for your sins to prickle at your toes and itself it shall crave."

My numb fingers type,

yours decay in your rest.

The soul inside me goes hype,

yours fails in your last and final test.