the ache.

the remnants of you, working its way out of my system
regrets hanging framed in the longest hallway

you, my heart screams out for daily,
I have to push it back down and pretend you no longer exist
submerge, submerge  submerge
pictures I can't delete but refuse to see anymore
you who's name I can't say
we fought to make it work; I would fight for years more
but I'm leaving myself in the worst position
and I can't handle the ache anymore

(you,  miss intoxication,
I'm sure the cemeteries are lined up with the hearts of men you've cast aside
arms length and nothing more
"ten Mississippi" before I press send when talking to you
you're danger in a dress
you're as damaged as the rest
and I refuse to grow roots when the earth below is loose 
I question everything when it comes to you)

I, my Mount Olympus,
I carried you in my heart up miles and years
I, I shook and trembled when you took your belongings and disappeared
I died inside
and when you came back into my arms,
when you came,
like coming up for air after asphyxiating for ages
your love like oxygen racing back into my cells,
the searing, burning in my chest making way for your hands all over me
I cried when I held you again
we both did

I'll always remember that
because it was undeniable