Pale Deserter

Your alabaster skin haunts me thinking of the past of things that shouldn’t matter anymore and will never change. I’m sickened with distaste the love that I have for you is gone. It’s obsolete after everything that we’ve been through it sad that this is how the end has to be until the point where I don’t think about your skin on mine, the kisses and touches anything from the past. I’ve wiped them away the same way that the waitress wipes off the counters, quickly and efficiently dispersing of everything that we once were you broke me something I hate to admit, but you did for a period of my life I did not know who or what I was going to be again, a shell of the woman that I am. I had to find the pieces once again and build myself back up. I look at things and I think of you, but not the you that you are now the person you were before at one point you were my sunshine, and now you are the blackest Day, a cascade of clouds harmoniously filling the sky until all you can see is the bleak shadows of called the weather It’s sad at one point you were my everything and now you mean nothing to me how is that for karma? How is that for pain cause I never expressed myself as your lips would produce Wickedness with words of distaste there was a part of me that held onto the softness of the words that you used to say but that person is missing is she’s gone dead like a tree in the winter except I won’t be here when you try to come back in the spring