The vines of the plant are fading; the flowers are gone

The edges are frayed; the white has been replaced with gray

No more is the pretty handkerchief you gave me

Now it's a sign of my attachment to you

Wet tears stain the cloth all over

Mascara hides the spots were flowers once were

Eye shadow makes the impression of eyes

No more is the pretty handkerchief you gave me

Now it's merely my tear drier

Dried blood is in blots and all around

Fresh blood coats over the dead spots everyday

My knife cut this poor cloth once, but it's scarred with the sew line

No more is the pretty handkerchief you gave me

Now it's only my torniquet

Regurgitated fluid also sticks around on this white pallet

My stomach is still sore from my latest trip to my addiction

This innocent cloth wiped my mouth when I was done sobbing

No more is the pretty handkerchief you gave me

Now's it's unfortunately, my bib.

My screams of pain and sorrow cling to the thread

I can still hear them when I put my ear to it

Images of you flash to my head, and then leave me, hungry for more

No more is the pretty hankerchief you gave me

Now...

Now...

Now it's just my reason to die loving you.

NOTE: Okay, so...wrote this a LONG time ago, but decided to put it up here just cause. Soooooo...read and review, peas and tank you!

BFQ