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Too many memories,

locked in my old room.

Too many memories,

of the love that I consumed.



I can’t sleep in my same old bed,

knowing that you’ll never be there again.

If I could only kiss you again,

if you could only see,

that you and I were forever.

You were my best friend.



All the times I watched you

walk up the stairs,

and into my arms,

as we were free.



I hate the way the cancer eats at my heart.

It destroys my soul, it tears me apart.

I love you, and cancer cannot take that away.

I need you, and there is no cure today.



I’m lonely, my heart bleeds black blood.

There is no cure for the feeling of love.

In my room, too many memories consumed.

If only I could consume your love.