Chaos.

Volatile from the start, this pain is all that's left of the tainted love we bought,
now you are poison in my heart and I am chaos in your thoughts.  

One day we were like gardens fragrant from flowers that could only bloom,
the next we were as dreary as death row denizens delighted by their impending doom.

These inconsistencies that caused our souls to rise, elated, and then fall so low,
multiplied and then grew stronger with each offense, with every blow.  

It was never easy to pretend that we were not condemned,
foolish to believe that success could be achieved.

We tried too hard, tasted failure many times, made then broke a million promises,
became casualties of our own carnal crimes.  

It was harder to let go than to accept that we were through,
since you went away I am no stranger to the blues.

Time is such a terrorist, it was supposed to heal all wounds,
instead it's left me stranded in a city that your existence has ruined.  

Every street is paved with memories, even the breeze whispers your name,
love is the greatest felony, I wish I never played its game.

Acid rain falls from the skies stinging my eyes that never dry,
I am imprisoned by my inability to invent an alibi.  

The stars that we so often wished on crashed and fell to the ground,
all our dreams turned to whispers; once they were so loud.

All things end, good or bad, but not us—we were supposed to last,
we went from being inseparable to strangers in a flash.  

As the fog clears, it becomes much easier to see;
I spent a lifetime holding on to you when all I needed was already inside of me.

Returning to the man I was supposed to be,
I resist the urge to reminisce about the way you made me feel.  

Resilient, as I reconnect with myself and parts of me that I repressed,
I reflect on the lessons I have learned and see that I am blessed.