Let Bygones Be Buy Guns

I have carried you in my arms round the four seasons, Connected you to the memories of a train & station, You were the last train that travelled day & night over the arteries of my hand, You were my last train & I was your last station. You were responsible for the joy of my world, I made you a star in my orbit, I crumbed the bread of my ambition - Divided it into two, Gave you the shape of my mouth -When you spoke, people found my voice in you. I love how we climbed the orbit of the planets of myths & wonders. All the memories are now moods in a moment of ferment, Your temperament are within a moment flared, I love your stabs because they never come from behind, I love your unbending fangs of vampire malice. I sleep filling my eyelids with your lashes of madness, You turn someone else on to comfort you - satisfy you Because I taste bitter. It’s normal with you - but weakens million arteries in me I have cooked from the coal of depression - my tomorrow is dead. You’re now an absence I mention every moment - I regret that. How much it would have been easier If I have died scattered among winds & turbulence, Drown in a raging sea - carrying folds of a wave of my corpse, & not to write those pages again the moment you betrayed me - broke the covenant of true love. But I promise bygones will be bygones when I finally buy guns to shoot to death the disturbing memories & worries.