A Book of Poems

13

The saltiness of the tears

burning my torn up lips

like a waterfall, they blur my vision

the faucet inside me turns on whenever i think of you

I smile remembering the good parts

I wince remembering the rotted remnants

I loved you and you loved me too

now the love is gone and all I have left

is a bittersweet memory

-I hug my knees to my chest and cry from the memories of you