aftertaste || poetry

017 - think of me highly

themes: heartbreak, reminiscing, toxicity

the world our hands forged together

came crashing down so fast

in all but a few seconds

we watched the curtains fall

the points we laid out perfectly

had the beauty of a seurat piece

now all the dots have crumbled

and i have to clean up the mess

you left this war zone on your own

and i have to watch you go

as we walk away from each other

i wonder what you'll say to them

i hope you'll tell them how i loved you

and forget about the game i played

i promise i won't say you broke me

your dignity should remain in one

on the nights you lay alone

do you ever think of me

because if you do then i hope

you only remember the good