R.I.P.

Rest in peace, my most prized possession

It shall remain in pieces

Not only has it died from the lies

But from the lessons that life teaches

Calls sent straight to voicemail

Messages still unanswered

I glance at the pictures for the last time

And then watch the flames become a dancer

Abandoned with loneliness and despair

I think of all the times in the dark

Painting a picture of how perfect we could've been

I remember once again that I loathe art

Even though I promised it wouldn't

The war left me questioning your love

If I had all the things the perfect wife had

Explain why I still wasn't enough

Rest in peace, my most prized possession

Its debt will live on your doorstep

Its ghost wil haunt your dreams

Its whispers will echo in your head

I pray that its blood will never wash off

I hope when you swallow that guilt, you choke

For destroying the most important part of me

For assuming I would take it as some sick joke