i will paint you with a smile.
may memories be
forever drenched
in saccharine sweetness
that young love
so typically
embodies.
it's a bit unfair,
this bitterness that wages
a war between my senses
for what's meant
and what's not.
i will paint you with a smile
in the memories that devour
the loss i feel so keenly within
this heart that's beating slowly
into stone.
you will write me when you want
and that is enough
because i am an unfinished concept,
an abstract work,
a grotesque example of
the bittersweet madness
that is
young love.