You are not as perfect as I remember
Your skin draped over an ivory skeleton
Vague flashes of youth in your otherwise defeated eyes
I opened my mouth hoping for something more meaningful than
Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you.
But nothing came
Words escaped
I had played this moment out in my head a million times before
All of my vitriol was naught at the sight of you
I'll never understand why I ever called you my own
You were nothing and I am left here with distorted memories
The golden dawn of wasted youth had made me think of you more fondly than I should
It's been years now
And I can't get past this

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