My Heaven Forever Tested Like Vanilla But End Up Like a Genocide

My heaven, yes that kind of heaven was between his lips when he sang those songs to me, his guitar strings sounded like ocean waves and his voice the rumble of thunder, a perfect bullet poisoning my soul a billion times, it was like I was addicted to it. My kind of heaven was hearing those words like i love you before and after midnight, his tongue tasted like vanilla when he was sweet, when it was sunny, when the weather turned and nobody was there, just me, him and his cat. My home was too far away, my dreams were in my suitcase, my spoken words and my thoughts still smell like his kisses, no one knows, but even if I'm happy and alone now, I'm a bit like a chryseis, a slave to those memories, of happy faces and promises we never kept.