Crying Skies, Rain And Discarded Memories

ice in my absinthe

You were the ice in my absinthe,

My sugar in my tea.

What a pity it is

That I never take sugar,

Or that I prefer coffee.

You were the hand that led me,

When I was in the dark,

What a pity I would have never gone there,

Had you not played your part.

You got me out of my addiction,

When you injected deadly liquids in your veins in the next room.

You never took me to any parties,

Beacuse you always slept with the hosts.

You told me I was the one and I believed you every time,

Even though you left every morning, mistaking your girlfriend for a one night stand.

You never used sexist slurs when I was around,

Yet you had my number saved as 'my slut'.

Everyone told me you were a nice guy,

Guess it was time I ran out of luck.

I gave up so much for you,

Friends I stopped calling,

I thought I was so in love,

When I was still falling.

Worked double shifts, yet I made it in time for dates,

You never ran out of excuses for coming home late.

Skipped family dinners for an amazing view,

My face reflected in your eyes.

And your texts grew lesser and calls less frequent,

I wish we could go back to when we were teenagers,

And still had curfews.

And when love was all about that one flower and drive to the beach,

And the matching shirts and random smiles that now seem to be beyond my reach.