P.S. Whatever

So This Is What Is Left,
What It's Come
Down
To.

Dear Old Diary,
I'm Writing A Letter For You.
Which I Will Soak In Kerosene
And Light In Front Of You.

The Strength I Had Is Gone,
Faith Is A Wasted Love Song.
My Mouth Won't Call Your Name,
I've Finally Quit Playing This Game.

If I'm Just A Mistake,
You'll Be A Dark And Distant Memory
That I Can Tear Into Pieces,
So I Can Fall Asleep Peacefully Tonight.

What Have We Become?
Who Knew This Is
How It
Would End.

But The Memories Will
Keep Me Going, They Will Last,
Longer Than We Ever Would.
It's Your Name That's In The Past.

I'll Miss Who I Thought You Were,
So I'll End My Letter Sincerely.
However
Now It's Down To This,
P.S. Whatever

©® March 2006
Ciermae B.