What Left of Us

Show me the real you before you fill the blues in my heart and become a part of me, filling in the missing pieces leaving me in peace free of a lease. Before I put you on a pedestal in my mind, because I will keep mind of every little thing you do while thinking you are mine and the days will go by without my notice because I will be living in a daze, my heart will be vagued for you, plagued by your love. Like a rush of adrenaline in my veins endorsed by stains of your love flowing through me, growing day by day and consuming me while it’s at its peak blooming in my heart like a piece of art being drawn on a canvas. Falling for you might leave me in a state of bawling, tears cascading down my face phasing a phase that only grief brings about breaking the reef between what we had and what is left of us. As pain consumes me in its draining attributes like a drug addict consuming cocaine, gripping on to delusions like life support trying to live in the illusions, to forget about the tragic collusions of life, while still stricken with strife in a state of denial. But you will leave me breathing in the ghost of you reminiscing of the time we spent together as your voice chimes in my head and your dying love dr