I'm not in the right state of mind.
Your words taste so sweet.
They don't gracefully enter in,
rather a bitter crash that thrashes against me.
This place so unfamiliar,
unaware if it is good or bad.
Your love was the sweetest thing,
but the after taste ever longing.
Though lately you've become this stranger,
a fragment of my imagination.
Unsure of the stability you hold in my life.
Unaware of when you will leave again.
Unknowing if it is worth it all,
to sit around and watch my world fall.
But there you are,
there you are again.