I love her.
No not ******* worldly,
But softly, purely , celestially.
Obsessively?
Not necessarily, just completely,
selfishly and I'm sorry.
I love her unconditionally, some say unconventionally.
But they don't understand me.
Yes...I love her.
Most spiritually, asexually, platonically and wholly.
I love her, truly, honestly, musically and poetically...
She doesn't have to love me.

I sometimes misinterpret my
guilt.
For my sadness often has me inebriated with some kind of sick joy.
Maybe i am deserving of this...
melancholia.

Yes, it be two annum since You, i befriended.
Who could have foreseen the
tragic way in which we ended?

You, the quiet rain to mine hearts desert,
grief chained.
I, the stroke to thine ego hurt
where the dark knight remained.

Once i be thy angel with lost wings.
Guardian of secrets that play thine hearts strings.

Now lost and again wandering in the desert of pain.
By mine own hand...silenced the rain.

I beseeched thee to return to mine eyes.
But invain for the sky would not cry.
Yet in this morn I awoke to a new day.
For thou hast graced me with thy return and I wish thee to stay.

Sunless days, moonless nights.
What's love? Tell me, what's right?
Where's grace? Is peace coming?
No hope. My heart's numbing.

I'm lost.

What's life without death?
We die with every breath.
Seems all we know is hate.
From this is there escape?

I'm lost.

People take without giving.
No regard for the living.
Hand in hand walking beside darkness.
Please tell me, can we stop this?

I'm lost...

At first I didn't understand,
But now I know why
I am a stranger here in this land. I was here once before.
I would spew my heart all
over this poetic floor.

And people...you would acknowledge my pain.
Some of you would even offer me
to come in from the rain.

And I loved you for it and love you still.
But only a shell of that person remains, with little left to ****...
and yet here i am.