Giving up on you,
Means angry stabs of the pen,
Dark skies with no view,
Lipstick-stained cigarette butts strewn,
Around the room reeking of you,
And I, and mysteries left open.
Giving up on you,
Means blank thoughts, cold smiles,
Conversations with no yield;
Photographs shred into pieces,
Like my heart torn by you,
And my price for those fantasies.
Giving up on you,
Means the demise of "us",
The sun that sets on cue,
The pain, an enveloping sarcophagus;
Holding memories of me and you,
Reflections by moon on black lakes.
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