Dead Roses On The Shelf

Wanting to remember the memories of a past relationship forever...

I want to remember:

That beat in your chest.

The kiss of your breath;

A new kind of meth.

The sound of your laugh,

Holding me back

From my fears.

All of our tears,

Throughout our years.

The way you smiled at me,

Calling me your honey.

You holding my hand,

Even when I ran away,

Even when I died for a day.

The way you held me,

You really made me believe,

That I was special somehow.

The way you sleep.

The aching pain of regret

Screams,

"How the hell could you ever forget?"

So I stare at myself,

Alone,

In the mirror,

Next to dead roses on the shelf.

And I ponder

How I could've made you

Linger,

A little longer.

But what isn't meant to be,

Soon burns into

Forgotten memories.

Reviews

[Fabric Pulse]

Personally, one of my favorites from yours. It smells like fire, and sometimes that's a good thing. It's your initiation to something better for your life and a reminder, though painful, of why you left part of you behind.

[Kelsie Eileen Stark]

Beautifully penned! Captured me at the start. And I love the title too.