You love me so fiercely, but now you have to live with only ashes of me pieces that you’ll find swept under the rug tucked away into your bedsheets, purely naked to the eye, but still there only to you. You loved so heavily that it tore me down peace by peace till I was left as ruins, forcing me to give you every more soul of my being taking everything that I had left beating me down, black and blue till there’s purely nothing left, but ashes that slightly cover the surface of every bookshelf ever dresser every floor of your home sometimes you’ll find me tucked away under your parents car seat, and even your own you might even see me on the floor of the grocery store where we would roam you love me so fiercely and now you have to deal with me being just a reminder of what to never do again