The Last Touch
An aroma of Peanut Butter and Raspberry,
Touches my lips and sinks down.
It's as dark as my past but, tastes so sweet.
I thought I can bury my bitterness,
In under 10 minutes from a pint glass.
But with the mass that sits on my shoulders,
Nothing seems to ease the pain.
Sore and lost.
Weak and tired.
I didn't want to walk this path.
A path of below degree temperature
With a sense to be immature.
What am I doing here?
I know why.
Because you always make me feel good.
But, this is the last.
We can never meet again.
I enjoyed your legs.
And the way your dark presence
Matches the gaps in my brain.
I can't help myself.
But, this is my final taste.
My final digestion of your warmth.
I wish I can thank you.
But, all you've done is cause chaos.
You'll always be as delicious as you look.
You'll always be wherever I go.
You'll haunt me in certain places.
But, it's time to say farewell.
And thank you for memories.
One's you made me forget.
And one's where you brought the worst.