The Last Time

This is the last poem I will write

On the infernal subject of you.

I've lost too many rivers

And the ticking sound of time

Because I fell out of your

Embrace (rather you pushed me out

As I hung on with my fingernails).

I will not forget you,

Erasing you means I shall

Drink the same fatal poison

And drown in the same disease.

Your iron vise around my heart

Choking out logic in the name of love.

Ha, I didn't fight back because

My eyes were closed in bliss

Of a dream you left hanging on my lips.

My lip will not be bitten in silent anguish

When your name is said

When your voice is heard.

My anger will not flare with passion

Turned to fiery hate.

I'm going to look upon your eyes

And listen to the soundtrack of nightly drives.

You will become everyone else

As your words merely become letters

These lyrics only notes,

These memories simply pictures

And that love, an old post it note

With letters blurred, but readable

Through the dried tracks of tears.