It was pouring.
I should have seen the warning.
For now my existence has been forgotten.
And we have sunk to the bottom and become rotten.
You blew me out like a candle.
As you could not handle,
My warm embrace full of grace,
That you wanted to unlace and erase.
Engraved in my mind
Is a simple decline that put me behind.
Affection with no direction
Is not perfection.
I have been swept to the back of your mind.
Just like you designed.
We are no longer intertwined.
As you scratched my skin,
And discarded me from within.
My face is still stained.
It should be framed.
I feel ashamed,
As my impression is now inflamed.
We became endangered.
Then became strangers.
I’m a forgotten face,
That has only been replaced.
