leaving

i know that i'm thinking four steps ahead; and i know that you're thinking three behind me. i know that you loved me once; and i know that, it was too much but then it wasn't enough. you shattered me to a fine powder, undistinguishable. you scattered what was left in the rain with your bare feet; leaving me a mucky washed away, sad excuse for a paste. you stopped when i had only begun; but i burned you. i rose up and turned what was left of your memory into ash, nothing more then what's at the bottom of a fireplace or the foundation of a house fire. you crackled under my feet and smeared the concrete black with your ruddy remnants. leaving nothing more than a gross stain; because that's what you left, a gross stain; but don't worry baby, i'm scrubbin, just wait, soon you'll be gone.