Sometimes/\My/\Lips/\Taste/\Of/\Decomposition ((Or maybe it's just you))

I remember back to the {early}days
The everydays && the /some/days
    When we'd sit ::Hand+in+hand::
    by the {stained-so-red}rocks
      of Evansville Lake

  ((Oh, the !horror!))

As you slipped d  ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
                      o        \?/
                      w        / \
                        n [into::the::water]
  && you =never= came back ^^up^^

Now those days are only ~|memories|~
tucked away beneath my m♥sc♥r♥ ridden lids
    -[[For.Me.To.Recall.At.A.More.Convinient.Hour]]-
     
Each *hotel-room* !!scREam!!
&& lonely monday night
&& new person who I'll +[never]+ meet
\\sream at me in the street//
as I walk, head held high...
          -::[and self esteem "lower" than the d i r t
                  they ...kick... on me]::-

My dreams haven't been the same
  Since.you.last.said.my.name
      [[Lips b\l\u\e from cold
                    and lack of @ir]]

Now I lay on the cold....hard...floor
  of my seventeen-story [[one bedroom]] appartment
It's -minus twenty-two ={with windchill}=
    && I find this oh-so-!Ironic!
        be/cause...
                  ((That's the age::They put
                      on your G
                                R
                                A
                                  V
                                  E))
My window >wide open<
&& my clothes l(ieing) on the bedroom Floor

Love, I feel your ♥lips♥ again
  ((Or is it HypoThermIa ?setting in?))
&ForTheFirstTimeInMonths
        I feel ...alive
as you wrap your %cold% arms around me
  ((Or maybe I'm just \\crazy//!))
        && Take-me-back
            #WithYou#