13 years of decadance

I bid thee goodbye with a kiss and a tear,
and the horror filled memories of unforgotten years.
too many words left unspoken that just shouldn't be,
for i cant allow such morbid tales to set themselves free.
you know what i mean when i mention such things;
that even sad tales depart on flawless white wings.
however, i find that some stories cannot be explained,
for they are not as gentle as summers clean rain.
no, i don't mean to be doleful and dull.
because even some secrets aren't secrets at all.
tales of romance and murder most foul,
to make the killer herself shudder and growl.
i hold innermost feelings on the tip of my tongue,
as if it were a song too seldom sung.
but a cherub as yourself, carved out of grief.
spending lifetimes holding back and gritting your teeth,
should not fear what you've grown to hate.
love is all you should demonstrate.
would it be wrong to admit what you've done?
and not just to me, but to everyone.
how does it feel to bottle up guilt?
when loneliness is all you have built.
i have no more to say, although much has been said.
just engrave these words in the back of your head.