I wrote you poems,
I've written you a million lines.
You don't deserve a word,
you deserve none of my sighs.
For you've tricked me
into believing
that love was kind this time
but you ran out of fuel;
Unmoving, unloving.
An empty space behind your eyes.
Now what sleeps next to me
is a living corpse
whose actions show no remorse.
I will turn my car into a hearse
and take you down below to end this curse.

Morning tediousness.
I take my sight through the room and I spot loneliness standing in the corner.
The window's opened, warm breeze coming in. The summer sun's up high.
I feel your presence, but not in a physical form.
A bird's nest inside my chest, with no pigeons just emptiness.
Both of us always staring through the distance.
Eyes always devouring,
mouth drooling.
Catching your eyes sight,
everlasting in me.
Limitless and wild
I let the silk fall down
in my mind.
I was never yours to keep,
you were never mine to stay.
Yet the energy calls us,
or perhaps it only calls me.
Nothing to demand, nothing to wish.
So keep staring in silence
with your everlasting sight in me.