The essence of the past

She broke me from the inside as these tears I did not cry. Left me on the floor to die, a soul already broken, a heart already scared and bruised.  I feel so embarrassed as I'm left bemused.  how could I let my walls be broken, how could I let my shell be removed. I am lost without a clue. The few I trusted have now parted ways. The moments so cherishable that it made my day. I am but reminded of my past, she was worth me not wearing a mask. Yes she was a troublesome task to bear. Years went by with me always scared of the things we would do. The psychotic moments of brutality but the embrace and I love you was always true. Her head on my chest was a refuge to my soul. Her hand was always there for me to hold. The intoxicated soul of waiting for her near me. I indeed loved her so dearly. Her lips on mine were never a questionable why, yes kiss would take me high. She was my drug to which I had to say goodbye.  I did lie about the fact that said I didn't love you or care. She always stood by me making sure she was there. I stared at her beauty as she slept through the night. I always tried to make things right after every fight.  I held your fingers in between mine. I was a criminal and she was my crime. The warmth of her body pierces through my soul. Your memories I will cherish till I am old.

Written and composed by
Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks