I believed you were the one,
till the day I remember
you told me I no longer suited you.
That I was no longer your rose,
no longer your girl.
I woke up to you that morning,
threw my arm on your side of the bed
to search for you,
and you kissed it.
You told me to wear that red sundress you liked,
that was your favorite.
You couldn't keep your hands off me that day.
You said you wanted to take me on an
adventure,
where the wild things are,
and you said I was your wild thing.
We laughed, and we danced, and we ****** all night.
And I wish I could live every second of it again.
except the end.
You told me this was no fairy tale,
and that I needed to wake up.
That I no longer suited you,
that you weren't in love.

She was nature, beautiful
But deadly, her cheeks as
Scornful as a rose, the smile hid
The thorns underneath.

Her presence though unseen,
Could be felt, like the sun's warm
Breath on bare winter skin.

She led him somewhere secret
As the night lures the stars,
As clouds gorge on the
Fragile light of the moon.

Over the crumbled bodies
Of leaves, into the alien
Land of tranquility.

When he woke, hands burning,
There was nothing left to see.
Only a faint feeling glistening
In the air, a failing heart and
A tongue full of dreams.

body and mind
without soul
I search for her

no trail of breadcrumbs
for me to follow
to find her hiding place

no reply
when I call "marco!"
just empty silence

left me cold
like
being broken up with
by having
your calls and messages ignored
cut off from their life
with no reason or answer
as to
"why?"

I search for her
in my writing
in my hobbies
I know our interests
are the same, at least
I have comfort
in that

hoping
she'll show up
on my doorstep
with a smile and a hug
explaining
she just went
on an unexpected trip
but that
she always planned
on coming back to me

to us

how do I live
without her
I am nothing
without her

calling her phone
to no avail
answering machine
turned off
if I could
leave a message after the tone
I would say:

dear soul,
without you
my life is autumn
and I am the
dead leaf
that has fallen
from the tree of you
the breeze carries me
but I have no home
I will be crushed
by a single step
swept up and
incenerated
when I become
a bother

please come home
please give me
a call
let me know
what I did
what I can
do
to be with you again

until then
I'll be looking for you
around every
street corner
I walk in the
daytime
and in every
shadow
the moon casts
upon my bedroom
while I am
lying awake
wondering
how to do this
without you

I need your attention
when you look away
I go somewhere else
somewhere lifeless and sad
so just keep your eyes
feasted on me
and i'll appear to be
whatever
you want me to seem to be.

no one can make me
feel worse about myself
than I already do
if you're gonna insult me
better put
some ******* effort
into it

It's not that I'm cold
That I'm heartless
Or ignorant.

For one thing,
My passion for life
Burns bright enough to warm
My whole being,
My mind and soul.

For another,
I am heartless
Because a certain someone
Ran off with it
Yet I still care
For certain things

And lastly,
I'm not ignorant
At least, not fully.

I just selectively ignore
Those who are not worth more
Than a warning

So here's one:
Back off