In simple times,
simplicity shined almost as bright as the sun gleaming through the crack of light coming through your window...
and nothing was short of miraculous
when I tasted your regret  
all the while ignoring it at best
and now I'm fucking trashed 
hoping you have the slightest sense of the damage,
hell you might even be impressed
by the length of time and the amount of tears given to us
but then again
I doubt you could fathom what is not even left

of me...