I used to utter your name delicately 

like it was poetry.

Just as how perfume lingers on a person,

The sweet smell of cherry blossoms 

accompanied your name 

whenever it walked out my mouth.

But now all it leaves,

Is a taste so foul.

 

Your love was like alcohol to me,

It left me feeling euphoric at first,

But after the effect had worn out,

All I was left with was a headache

and hazy memories.

Of what had happened and 

what could have happened,

Of what was felt and 

what is no longer felt.

 

I should've listened to the warnings 

the alcohol gave me so generously.

Desperately it tried to warn me,

Burning my throat.

But I paid it no mind,

And chugged some more.

Now all that's left is a broken vow,

Shattered glass on the ground.

Small shards of it scattered all over the place,

Just like my heart.

I only pray none of the shards

that were headed towards

your unsuspecting,

delicate,

skin,

gave you much hurt.

I hope I never get the answer to that.