What does one do when love is lost?
I have merely stopped existing.
No past, no future
No dreams, no fears
No up, no down
Just a mere straight line,
With no faults, breaks,
or ascensions.
I even crave a plummet,
If need be.
But there’s nothing...
I have flatlined, I am dead.
As what is life without love?
Nothing

All I hear is the deafening tock,
Of a clock ticking
My life is slowly going by
I would  stop it to say hello
And dare I even enjoy it’s company
But I’ve always been too shy

Daisy,
She’s a Yellow ball of happiness,
Covered with a
White innocence.
One amongst many,
In a Garden of Eden.
But with a closer glance:
Her petals bear bruises,
Her stem has blown bent,
Her stigma lingers a foul stench.
Beaten, almost destroyed,
She appears to have been trampled.
Once, twice,
Maybe more.
But there she stands,
Despite it all.

Brown eyes,
Not just any kind of brown.
In the sunlight,
Pools of honey,swirling around.
Nectar of the body,
Gateway to the soul.
Many wish to taste,
Few will actually know.
Shallow in complete clarity yet,
Deep enough to drown.
All it takes is one drop,
To turn my whole world
Upside down.

If you had a penny for every time you thought of me.
How rich would you be?
If you had a choice of anyone
Among all the beings of fantasy
Would I be the one you chose?
If all your deepest fears arose
Would I be the one you pulled close?
If I die would you cry?
Would I be worth the precious water leaving your eye?
When the tests have all been done, and your face finally dry.
Would I have been worth it? Only you could decide.

I burn with every thought,
           Slowly my fingers reduce to ash,
                      I place them on my beating heart.
                                            With it I paint a picture,
                The sands of flesh every which way,
          Caressed over my roaring chest.    
      I can no longer.
I have no more to give,
      No more for you to take,
         I am half of what I once was.
            Letter by letter,
            Shoulder to shoulder,
          Your name is etched.
        And when I heal,
     It will forever say
   I’m yours,
Yours to burn once again.

In a car ride to nowhere,
Because why not.
Nothing much left for me here, page is full
The feather has drivelled its last blot.
In a starry night above somewhere,
The darkness is painted white.
The wind blows cold but the sun
will meet it with light.
For all life’s problems will drift away,
Whatever it is, it’s going to be alright.