The Residue of You

The Residue of You

Are broken hearts made to mend?

Does 'That which does not kill us make us stronger in the end?'

I threw my journal into flame,

Each page I wrote bore your name.

My walls and shelves have been stripped bare,

Each time I turned around you were there.

No more music fills my ears,

Each song brings forth unshed tears.

Breaking free of you is a difficult task,

Each day I wake, I wear a mask.

Once upon your cheek an eyelash fell,

You made a wish, you cast a spell.

I want to know what you desire,

'What is it you wished for?' I inquire.

You look at me with eyes that intend,

'That you will be my last girlfriend.'

We embrace and kiss through my smile,

..But now we've not been together for awhile.

Was each 'I love you' and kiss a lie?

Why, when you left did I not die?

'I never want to stop hugging you' you wept,

All I could think of was that wish not kept.

My heart is not the first and won't be the last,

Oh, what I wouldn't give to return to the past.

Memories race about my mind,

They just cause more confusion I find.

However if you are reading this,

Do not think or reminisce,

There is no reason for you to rue,

I'm just ridding of the residue of you.