We were the smile on someone’s face when remembering something sweet. The shivering coldness of your lover’s bare feet.

We were the warm embrace of coffee trickling down your throat. The smooth rocking of a small fishing boat.

We were the last leaf changing colors in a tree, sometimes wondering what the next adventure might be.

We were all these things in a beautiful dream, but you soon showed me, things aren’t always as they seemed.

We were the abuser and the victim, the Tom and Jerry. I fought back tears as I remembered the days when you seemed less scary.

We were a nightmare I wanted to awake, so many tears my room became its own lake.

We were all these things and more, a relationship so toxic. Yet I could never reach the door.

We were the calm before the storm. When did this new you become my new Norm?

We were the lies, deceit and bitterness galore. I became a shipwrecked victim struggling to reach shore.

We were a story left without an end, you were the razor and I was the skin.

We were the perfect example of what not to be, but I’m surely thankful that now, you’re just a distant memory.