I'm Sorry

Adoring love is never seen as something to shy away from, beware is never a word used. Creating false dreams that sit on clouds up above our heads. Determined at first to bring soft shade on a hot day. Eventually those clouds only bring more darkness when the sun gets cast away, flattening that once soft shade to only darkness. Getting in the way of a letter only to be read in the day. Huffing away the feeling, intrigue, jumping to a conclusion that the letter must be twisted words on a branch; kindered now. Lies that only can be seen by that cloud at night. Moving thoughts around. Neverland becoming real only instead of children never wanting to grow up it now is only for the heartbroken.  Only now I decide to read this letter. Preparing myself for the inevitable of what these words can be. Quiet sobs may fill the silence that the halls have filled with now that you have left. Riddling me with the constant reminder that you were the one to bring me the sweet song that would cling to the walls soothing the restless minds that would have been left behind from previous heartbreak. Tumbling mine into a dark abyss. Uthanizing me from the sweet melody, only you could bring. Valentine this sweet sorrowful valentine that I know will bring me tears. Withholding this letter for long enough I open it wearily. XO’s  sweep across the page. Yowling lies I remember were supposed to mean words  of love. Zymology creating a sweet juice that only leaves a bitter taste.

*Zymology is the science of dealing with fermentation and the action of enzymes, I was thinking of the ferminatation of wine.