dead to me

the temperature of you

was slowly stripped

by the cold of december

as i felt your sticky, cold skin

a depression washed over us

where did your warmth go?

you were not

you aren’t

what i remember

because before december

your smile bright as diamonds

your eyes like pools of honey

your energy like summer

pierced and captivated my heart

what happened to us?

together we painted a masterpiece

you set it on fire

i broke the paint filled brushes

and we destroyed each other

is there remorse?

when feeling the tsunami

from within a bottle of alcohol

the waterfall that forms

in tear ducts of the broken

or the power of one puff of smoke

we took each other there