Open-ended

You are things I cannot remember but do not wish to forget,
You are everything and nothing,
A candy-tipped bayonet,
You are the candy I do not want, but cannot wait to finish
You are sweet on my tongue, bitter in my belly
Unending feeling,
Hell
Paved with icy stares that lead nowhere

I am GPS with vertigo,
I lead everywhere,
My eyes leak the goo I hide in dry chocolate moisture,
I see everything,
I see you in all your cyan dyed glory,
I see nothing,
Nothing but the red of your slowly setting sun,
I am the sun,
You the horizon,
You are unchanging, and I’ve fallen behind you
I am gone.
But only to come back another day