She.

Like a slow burning ember: she's smoldered inside me,
The last bit of ash from our burned out love.
She was all fire, and I was colder then winter,
With ignorance to spare.

She was.. everything, to every man.
The very one for every one.

She was the only person who ever wrote me something
.... worth the effort to read. She was my hard candie,
my favorite hand to hold. She made me feel like I couldn't do wrong:
And years later I'm still here, singing ALL our songs.

Summer love,
That was oh so:
Stellar.
Thinking of you,
While.. screaming infidelities,
Because it's never over.

Until now,
I feel dead: while I thrive of life.

I feel like I failed you.

I hope whoever she is, that replaces me-
I hope she can keep up with every stanza you compose,
Or doesn't mind your mood swings, I hope she wears girly clothes.
I hope you can handle the smoke in her eyes,
And that she's something unique:
I. Want. Her to kiss you like I never could,
And now that I can I don't think that you would..

Cus who the fuck would want me now?

I was left an alcholholic wreck, in your absence,
I grew hard with anger, and the bitterness.
While he killed what was left
I continued to love: you.

Like the idiot I am. I'm sorry that I ramble.