I licked the scars on your heart and tried to heal them with my tears while you clawed deep inside my back
I tasted the warmth of your blood and mistook it for affection
Thought of you every second of every minute
Dreamt of you every day of the week
A five bedroom suburban house in the hills where the grass never looses it's green
The water never abandons it's gush
The twins running after the dog to the gazebo you're sitting in, buried deep in Brent Faiyaz who is now already history
Their screams and kitten-playfulness cutting through your listening,
You signal me to rescue you from the fur, snot and slob
From a far, I giggle and smirk away to the ancient library on the corner of the first storey
Reading glasses on, I proceed to read the GLUTTON FOR PUNISHMENT ,a fifth time, but someone is breathing on my neck, before I can check,, alas, it's all gone
My book, my library, my home, my hills, my green grass and noisy waterfall, my dog, my babies, my love
There's a hole sucking my existence and draining my perfect haven
I thought it would be everyone else but you
But they were right, the truth is always right in front of you.