To All the Things I've Loved and Lost

July 2014

He was an imploding star,

a disaster waiting to happen.

A storm cloud on a sunny day,

a pessimist at the best of times.

He was a sweet symphony,

sung only to deaf ears.

He was an addictive poison,

too vicious but oh so sweet.

A star bound to explode,

and he was ready to take me down with him.

Even worse I suppose,

was that I was ready to go too.