With empty hands
Of what I've never held
In any view of fractured light
I remember the words you whispered
In vacant tones
And uncontrollable urges.

I wish those words were sacred
Or meaningful in any way.
Unfortunately
As you bruised my face
And broke my bones
In the flame
Of what you indeed called
Love
I became alone
Wandering empty hotels
Waiting for an answer.

I cried these nights away
In fear
Laced with falliable hope.
Maybe I could forgive you
One sorrowful day,
But I find this inescapable
And unpredictable
To conclude to what
You have created
And how you have become secluded.

I hope this night will end
Without red painted walls,
Or fingertips scraped
Against the cement.
I just want to live without false
Accusations
And true untameable love.
This could've been you.

You are now with the boys in green
Creating your own life
That was meant for me.
I hope you perish and fade away
With the dust that will surround
Your unvisited grave.

I have my bed of roses
And I have my urges
I will never leave this town
Again
Without speaking these words
Or reciting this poem
Of shattered dreams and emotions.
"I will never forget you,"
Were the last words spoken.
My dear...
You're already forgotten
 
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