Could have been the dreamiest love tale
The most despondent love tragedy
Can't precisely put my finger on it.
Seven seas of hatred I contain
For everything plagued rots; doesn't disappear.
My heart is not with me
More truly, not with you either.
Threw it away?
Could have left me some for survival.
It's okay you took away the song in me
You will remain condemned for stealing my poetry.
Thanks for the present - A writer's block.
Your departure is embraced, but
The memories stay.
The love stays.
The passion stays.
In my phone, in the screenshots.