Literature
Rose-Sweet Thought of You
I've shut the door behind me, a sick smile upon my face.
I've lit the match, let you burn, and watched as you fully erased.
I've repressed every memory, just to get through another day.
I've pissed away our history, because I can't bear for it to stay.
I've made promises, blood-tied myself to this vow.
I've sworn to you I'd always be there, even if darkness disallows.
I've sunk neck-deep, not knowing what to do.
I've become numb, by the rose-sweet thought of you.
2011 Vincent Cuccolo