Lost Love Never Smelled So Sour
I still remember your hair, the way it felt under my hands, slipping through my fingers like falling sand.
The way your lips, felt against mine, losing all thought of logic, losing track of time.
The way your eyes, burned against my skin, so guilty I felt looking, almost felt like a sin.
The simple things you told me, that I had mistaken for emotion, every lie that you told, with the cover of devotion.
Every veil you held over the truth, so I would never truly see, what you desired was never truly me.
Every abusive thought you had thrust into my life, there must have been something wrong with me, and I wasn’t the perfect wife.
Everything was my fault, I truly believed, not even one single clue that I was being deceived.
I still remember the deep love that I thought I was lost in, ready to escape but not sure where to begin.
Heart wrenching pain, slowly chipping off pieces I thought were me, leaving them with you, finally able to breathe.
I was trapped in swirling darkness, always a fight, realizing this wasn’t true, realizing this wasn’t right.
I can still remember when we first met, how you had helped me through pain, how you made me forget.
I still remember how our love had begun so fast, I tried to treasure every moment, even when coming to our last.
Copyright © Micaiah Price | Year Posted 2011
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