it was meant to be about love

this one was meant to be about all the ways i loved you to the moon and back,
the monochromatic rays of the sun sparkling beauty along my path.
instead all i have left in my heart are the track marks of where we started at five instead of one,
massive doses of intense body contact, then none.
left to scramble and scrape at the bottom of life's barrel of no fun, nothing won,
just another giant stain headed for the sun.