Lost

Sick of his love

Memories so sweet they became sour tears

Like a lemon smothered in sugar

The pain of seeing him ok

Knowing he’s not shredding to pieces.

Wishing to pull him down

To where he dragged my soul

And swallowed up my ticking time.

Hoping to go back

To black and white false dreams

That only existed in my mind

But were never really there.

Looking for the bad times

Yet refusing to really find them.

Someday my spirit will heal

But someday is forever away

In the blur of the foggy future.