what was a beautiful melody now rattling, clanging, banging making my ears bleed,
a once vibrant image painted in watercolors today is weathered quickly disappearing,
a sweet fruit on my tongue on the verge of turning sour that I cannot swallow,
a touch which used to warm my core but now all it brings me is pain,
your scent’s strength, comfort and sensuality all gone what is left is a repugnant stench,
The memory of you is now unwelcome…
