Being here reminds me of you The air, lingering with your sweet scent Your taste still on my lips Thought it was so long ago.

Your mind marvels me over all Your ingenious and manipulative way of thinking Though painful intrigues me Tugging at both my heart and mind.

Your voice lures me into a daydream A dream so vibrant in color that it must be emotional But yet has no true meaning Your voice so smooth and transforming.

Your kiss is deadly So passionate as to leak poison And this known to the victim But each dying happily.

Your body reminds me of a temple That I worship Do I pray to your body as I do my God? Or is your temple's religion forbidden?

Being here reminds me of you The dew left on the wilting flowers Like the pain you left on my heart This pain still fresh and sharp.

My mind, though quiet speaks loudly And you choose not to hear It yells for help when sorrow drowns me And yet you glide by as if I were nothing.

Where daydreams once were your voice makes nightmares surface My trembling body alone with no one to call for help Grey replaces the vibrant colors. Your voice flashes hatred within me.

Your embrace filled with hipocracy I do not return any feelings My face is blank so as not to allow pain to sweep over any longer Rage is substituted for the love I once felt.

Your picture broke last night and show me a sign. The sign to move on. Your temple crumbles.