You are not as perfect as I remember
Your skin draped over an ivory skeleton
Vague flashes of youth in your otherwise defeated eyes
I opened my mouth hoping for something more meaningful than
F*ck you. F*ck you. F*ck you.
But nothing came
Words escaped
I had played this moment out in my head a million times before
All of my vitriol was naught at the sight of you
I'll never understand why I ever called you my own
You were nothing and I am left here with distorted memories
The golden dawn of wasted youth had made me think of you more fondly than I should
It's been years now
And I can't get past this