Forever

Broken plates

On the kitchen floor,

Nostalgic memories

Behind the closed door.

Cold winter nights,

An empty bed,

The demons shouting

Inside your head.

Bitter than truth

Surreal than dreams,

Louder than your lover's

Echoing screams.

The abandoned poems

Still keep an eye,

On the ink bottles

That have now run dry.

The love marks

On your neck,

Will soon fade out

And melt away.

The cigarette marks

On your skin,

Eats you away

Like a guilt-ridden sin.

Lying amidst the ashes

And waiting to burn.

You look like you've had

A tornado of your own.

It's a terrible life

Only if you've had known.

Now you've got forever

To count it all alone.