Like a simcard snapped in two,
my heart, for thee, it splinters.
While summer solstice holds you close,
I wait through endless winters.

Golden skin in Roman baths,
I swoon but from a distance.
Close my eyes - heart beats heavy.
I want you here this instant.

With no more ways to fill my time
in transit I must write you.
This poem proves quite clumsily
it's you that I am into.

Rambling over cobble stones,
hollering each step.
The sun has set, won't rise again
over your pretty head.

I dreamed you left me all alone,
abandoned, left to stew
among my thoughts - of things I've done
to be treated so by you.

You won't look further, deeper down,
it's up from here on in.
We had our last embrace last year
at 3am with gin.

The only way you'll see me now
is looking down your nose.
I'm left here standing, knowing well
our friendship's been disposed.

His stream of consciousness was shallow. If a leaf were to settle upon the brook, to grace his life by falling gently to the waters, it would be swiftly babbled away.  
A leaf, a friend, a lover - none were given a chance to reach the calm below the surface. His thoughts, the stones, and pebbles were constantly turned by the ever flowing tide that carried him along his path alone. Go deeper **** it.

A summer spent in constant pain
I suffer, I was strangled;
thinking all must bare this bane
I faded within daylight.

I'm not aware, not for a second,
I'm dying from within.
My childish mind, my naive soul
convinced me it's a sin.

Secrets lost behind closed doors,
books slammed shut on tables.
My last decision left's to doze
and keep still as I'm able.

'The best years of your life' they say.
'You'll never have this youthful energy again' they say.

All the while like gossamer, the lust for life slides out through my finger tips limply hanging over the couches edge.

Unspoken words that whittled me down to half a shadow grey.
My skin, my flesh, my hair, my bones, they slowly fade away.

Soon I had forgotten,
just how it used to feel
to run through life, a teenage dream,
an ever spinning wheel.

Stagnant, stuck, just one last gasp,
the blood seeped through the sheets,
I could not hide it any longer
History repeats.

Late on a Sunday night,
Minute by minute
My suspicions are confirmed.

maybe you were just a lesson I needed learning
time's child, grown too soon
but then, time rushes for no man
so perhaps you only lasted as long as you were meant to.

maybe you were a gift of hope
in a moment when I needed it most
someone to cling to, someone to treasure
but that hope wilted when the sun wouldn't shine.

maybe you were a fabrication of memories
gathered and sewn together carefully
a quilt of the past, too old-fashioned for the present
and after a while I couldn't keep you from unraveling.

maybe you were a daydream
floating around in my head, quiet and breathless
a perfect fantasy I'd escape to when I was lonely
but reality would always find its way back to me.

and maybe you were just you
the you I always forgot, or tried to forget
the you who would never return my feelings
but I risked loving you anyway.

your lips touch mine, a simple revelation
that begins a revolution
walls crumble
guards stumble
as you fumble for the key
you open me and see
that I am no longer who I used to be

you found the door
that leads straight to my core
and because of you I can love like never before

so now that I've moved on from all that has been
I plead to you, baby, kiss me again

Wash my hands with the morning dew, while everything is still.
While everything is still untouched;
Still quiet;
Still deserted.

And not a soul is around to see.
To see if i'm still breathing;
To see if i'm still here;
To see if i still speak.