Sucked.

I deleted everything

Deleted you, the memories,
the laughter, the jokes,
the sadness, the happiness.

Deleted the picture of you.
Eventhough it crawls slowly
to get back in, I kick it out.

Deleted the voice of you.
Eventhough it sings me lullaby
Every night, I skip sleeping.

You see
This poem sucks
Because you are no longer the inspiration.

I love it that this poem sucks.