And Ductape Fixes Everything

And Ductape Fixes Everything

With the dawn of each new day,
another detail of our scarce memories fades away.
You get a little more blurred as I try to remember
the exact color of your dark eyes I used to get lost in.

Every detail that escapes my recollection,
leaves behind another emptiness. Away from your affection,
I question everything about who I am
and I wonder if I'll ever feel okay again.

Each day though, love, I think about you a little less;
and I try to glue my pieces back together, but I'm still a hot mess.
Because I really did love you and I don't think I'll love like this again.
You left too many holes for even ductape to fix.