The Morning After Ii Poem by June FeirCruz

Did it mean anything?
Should I even care?
Which part of me do you miss the most?
Which part of you do I miss the most?

Did I make an indelible impression?
Should your memory of me really matter?
Why should I even want to be remembered by you?

You, who caused me so much pain
You, who took my breath away
You, who tortured my quiet soul
You, who took me to places I have never been.
You, who took me to the edge of the universe
And....I never wanted to come back.

You played me like a Stradivarius
You played me like a Gibson
You played me and have me eating at your hand
And I shall bite the hand that also feeds me
Yours....

For you also torment me
You are inaccessible to me
You, do the grandest gesture
Of flying me so high, I had reached the stars

My body, my heart, my soul longs for you
You made me taste the wine and I am lost forever.