Incessant Degenerate

You laid me down knowing I wouldn't want to get back up

Forever doused in your outdated kisses

Forever sulking in your sheets that occupied our secrets, our body fibers, our hearts,

When it was just us that occupied those sheets.

Forever glued to the cotton that soaked our lust.

Forever smelling the dim scent of a cinnamon paradise drenched in hell-flames

That burnt with the bitter truth that spat from your lips

That were just gracefully cupping mine.

Forever left wondering when these memories will fade,

Forever left with memorabilia that can not be peeled from my skin,

Forever consuming my heart with painful memories of once was

But never truly was.