Do you think of me, often
I wonder, needing, warmth
I hope you read this, slowly
These words won’t last, long
But they’re all, for you
Who am I to hold them, hostage
Your face will be awash, dancing lights
When I set this page, *on fire

I can taste you, still
Sweetness, your scent, my lips
Salt and shame, regret?
Never

I can taste you, barely
Subtle, lingering, delicious
Did I sense, hesitation?
No

I can taste you, no more
Rejected, momentary, hollow
Ignorance in love?
*Always

Your intrigue has been the thrill of my life, but
Your apathy is killing me, does it bother you
That I walk circles around the objects in my life
You provide the fuel and ill fan the flames
I seem to remember you saying as I sit here, shivering
Amidst this blurry haze of ashes and memories, staring into your eyes
As you look down upon me, from across these infinite lies that span
The gaps between us
Time slows down around that moment of defiance
You know the one, immediately preceding that other moment
The begrudging acceptance, of what you don’t really want
Like, what’s that smell, is my nose playing tricks on me again
Deceived by myself, I guess it’s not your fault after all
But I’m usually wrong it seems, especially if you’re believing, this
Windowless hole, where I take my dinner, your lies have grown salty
As of late, but to save your feelings I’ll ask for a second helping, and I know
What you are you thinking, when you attempt to digest
this collaboration of inconsistencies
This collection of commandeered conscious conclusions
Can I digress?

So beautiful
So innocent
So it begins
As it always does
Pure intentions
Pure of heart
Loneliness carving a hole in your empty heart
Dripping need from your tired fingers
Promises diving off of your innocent tongue
Swimming past the break
Dancing within the infinity
Of chance
Exploring the vast
Openness of uncertainty
Wishing all would stay well
Needing comfort
Certainty
Pulling back
Swimming slowly back to shore
Inching closer to reality
Looking back on "the way it was"
Walking out of the water
Turning around
And
She's not there
She's drowning
You frantically realize
Drowning in your promises
Your smooth tonguedness
Your evil serpent ways
You start to run
Running until your swimming back out
Out to the depths of sanity
Out to where you have never been
Until you cant go any further
And you tire
So you turn back out of fear
And find yourself alone
Standing on the tear soaked beach
Aware of your misdeed
But unable to deny
Truth
Lonely again
Where is my truth

Tangled webs of mischief
Subtly entrance our minds
Silvery strands of passion
Quietly entangle our hearts
Searing flames of lust
Violently twist our bodies
Incessant vines of fate
Eternally bind our souls

Dripping need from a tired tongue
Thinned and exceeding my expectancy
Overflowing with reservation
Dying in the prison of my heart
Howling hollowed winds
Blasting through my mind
Exposing my indignities
Exploring my passion for love
My love for Passion
Senseless degradation
Of my invulnerabilities
Peculiar filaments of past experience
Insatiable excuses
Obliterating my courage
Desperate Cries
Igniting my curiosity
Searing my trust
Existing as half
*Where are you

Your heart bleeds red, but your teeth are sharp, and yet
Your sultry coated darkness, steals the beats from my heart
That hazy clothed intrepidness, finds me, constantly astounded
Your worth lies, undiscovered, it is so far beneath your eyes, but baby
I See You
And I know, that
Far beneath this dripping wet pile, of freshly ended possibility
On the coldest of concrete, shattered and shivering
Lies the broken key to your perfect heart