Disintegrate.

My everyday story line, I suppose.

The oscillations of grief and pain,

Of happiness, and hurt again,

Last longer each day,

As I slowly disintegrate.

I try to capture it,

The momentary spiritual uplift,

To bottle the bliss,

To savor a last kiss.

This bottle doesn't hold,

It's sadly broken, dusty, and old,

All the joy simply turns to mold,

And I slowly disintegrate.

A spiny white scar,

Formed from a bottle's splintery shards,

Utterly wrenches and mars,

For I've really failed you now.

What is there to do now?

The bottle is molten and gone,

Slivers of glass piercing my broken heart,

And I slowly disintegrate.

I tried to make it last,

To cherish the love of the past,

But alas, it could not be done.

Evasive is the warmth and love.

Cuts and sores fester,

Swelling in my lost soul.

The unbearable pressure,

And I slowly disintegrate.

Pieces of me fall away,

For the period of love cannot stay;

So you up and walked away,

My ashes heap, to you, a mournful memorial.

I remember no memories,

I've lost my humor and personality.

For even now, you hold the key,

To my sacred happiness and emotion.

So none is fair,

And my soul just suffocates,

You're a careless a*****e,

As I slowly disintegrate.