Does pain exist if there
is no comparable event

Can a person matter if they
never existed

Only in stories, that are miles away
and in years forgotten

No expectations exist
no disappointment to overwhelm

Just a blank slate

This is my love poem to you
Though our time is brief
and our moments limited
you have given me a new world

To know care in its purest form
a sweet caress leaves me burning
for the love I crave from you

I have gazes at your soul
in its purest form of kindness
Your arms around me keeps the fear at bay

The whispers on my neck
Keep the darkness held inside
I hope  I also push
against your darkness

There is a hunger that chases
after me
A staring gaping maw of damnation
it pulls at my being
taking pieces

strand by strand
the sinew thinned like hair

It longs to swallow the
very last of my soul

As it paws and bites me
Smaller memories were the first to go
but now the entirety of me is
being picked

It takes the most succelent morsels
last

And all that is left is my pain and my fear
I wonder which one will taste sweeter

If I could save a grain of time
I'd keep every speck in an hourglass
Constantly turning the hours back

Pulling through those memories
so that you couldn't slip between
my fingers

I would creat the portal
to trap myself
In false reality

and be blind
to the present
and unavailable to the future

I walk with despair
Its cold hand upon my shoulder
Whispering sweet decay

A spector who judges
Not just my actions
But the hidden thoughts
Locked behind doors

No matter the strength
Of the padlock
Or the material
The miasma of regret steels through

He is with me
.and sweetly... disgustingly
Encloses me in his arms
A cradle of my failure
To weave in and out of my being