Fire burning bright,
drinking wine,
bloody red,
fire burning bright,
a notebook upon a table,
open upon the pages, but not inspired,
and with an empty head,
fire burning bright raging against what was said,
raging against what your last words were,
so painful and hurtful,
your final goodbye to me,
and so awful,
so awful and now a bitter memory,
and here I am drinking continually,
drinking,
bloody red,
as the fire burns bright,
and I am sat beside it,
trying to write my heart out in a diary,
between the covers of red,
and unable to think of anything,
unable to think,
and void and empty but no words come,
no words come at all,
no words come big or small,
and nothing to describe the heartbreak in words,
and the goodbye upon the pages,
takes its time to crawl from my mind,
because losing you was a pain so hard to describe,
and losing someone is always indescribable,
no matter how many words are plucked from the sky,
and losing someone is anathema to me,
of the most vicious kind,
and here I am, sat beside the fire,
and with the fire burning bright,
drinking wine,
drinking bloody red with the fire roaring in the night,
and as I sit with a notebook upon a table,
a notebook open upon the pages, but not inspired,
and with an empty head,
and drinking wine,
drinking bloody red,
drinking wine and trying to get out of my head,
drinking,
yes, drinking,
and crying tears,
and feeling agitated,
and frustrated and irritated,
oh, such an outpouring of grief,
which I wish was brief,
but unfortunately, it isn’t,
and I cannot get any relief,
and here I sit distraught,
and it won't quit,
and it smashes around my head like a whirlwind,
like a whirlwind as I try to say a final goodbye,
and I try to think of something to write upon the pages,
to stop you lingering in my head,
and here I sit,
frustrated by the fireside drinking wine,
lots of wine,
regretting lost love in the summertime,
as I sit beside the fire burning bright,
drinking wine,
drinking bloody red,
and getting nothing written,
and just sat quietly contemplating,
and pondering,
and cogitating and ruminating,
sat here with a notebook upon a table open,
open upon the pages but not feeling inspired,
and with an empty head,
and with so much pain inside my heart,
and inside my mind,
here I sit with it tearing me apart inside,
and I sit and all I can do is think why,
why did our relationship fail,
and why did we ever end it,
and how painful were your words,
how painful that last vicious goodbye,
oh, how painful,
and oh, how I wish it wasn't so,
because we could have worked at it harder if we tried,
we could have worked at it harder,
but it wasn't to be,
and I try to erase this grief from my memory,
and I cannot decide,
and I just drink wine and cry,
I cry endless tears sat beside the fireside,
and I cry unable to think of anything,
unable to think of any words at all,
and I am unable to do anything to stop these tears,
these tears falling continually,
so here I sit, unable to think of anything,
here I sit with wine, tears, and bloodshot eyes,
and here I sit,
with a million regrets beside the fireside.
