Still Saying Goodbye.

Oh how I loathe you.

Lingering here on my thoughts

You are the smell of cookies

      Set out to cool.

I cannot have you as I once did.

Your smell wafting through this empty house

Is an unfriendly reminder how we now exist;

      Amicably at odds,

But alas, you are a wretched curse of my memory

I repudiate you all the more with each setting sun

      And the

Overgrown shadows of a past lofty and convivial

Now agitate my soul to inexorable upheaval 

We broke definitively to spare ourselves

Yet I cannot help but feel betrayed.

My heart still bleeds for you

      And

My bones still detest you

      And

I sing your praises even still.

Unspeakable torments render my dreams terrifying

You bathe in the heinous silhouette of cruelty

For days on end I am consumed;

      Will your future lovers be as bold?

      Will they be as vile or as deprave?

      Are they fit the task to deceive you?

Perhaps even more so.

What sickens me most is what I know;

I will be out-staged in ambition and in affection.

Your pockets will be lined

With the golden words of zealous love.

      And 

These obsessions are my torment.

What scares me most is

I cannot yet bring myself to love another

      And 

On this point my mind reels;

Could you e'er be replaced?

      Or

Should you e'er be replaced?

~Fuck.

огида,

Іванченко