You are the devil
entering grief in my dreams,
leaving us behind,
letting no one hear my screams.
Poison sinking into my veins,
tears running down my face,
my teeth biting my pale lips closed,
loathing the salty taste.
Love used to be beautiful,
like the first snowfall,
understood and heartwarming,
I now regret it all.
All those wasted days,
for nothing but those piercing pains,
all those wasted thoughts,
of you and me were found and sought.
Each inch of my heart aches,
from the sour thoughts of you.
Three hundred memories
missing and forgotten too.