A city street in the afternoon
is where this story will start soon.

Amongst the faceless men in suits
moving fervently in their commute

an infant sprout of green we meet
nestled in a crevice of concrete.

A hopeless struggle, or so it seemed,
this tiny little pointless ****.

But there it stood, and it stood proud,
And the sun it soaked, nary a cloud.

It grew so tall, its leaves unfurled,
Around its stem a little vine curled.

Then one day I spied a miracle,
A birth greater than any biblical.

A flower with petals so pink
that those suited men stopped for a peek

And here I arrived at this little sight,
I found not just beauty, but a fight.

So here I write, I write for you,
I hope you win with your fight too.

A harsh grey sheeted the others
as that sweet siren stole the show.
With an entrance that chilled the bone
and uplifted our pensive flow.
Our desires rested on hers.

A flash, and pleasant patch of pink
arose beneath her rosy thigh.
The sins we seek of her alone,
with this sweet and succulent sigh,
but alas we only can think...

No, dream of that wavering breath
and delicacy of her chest.
These feelings are finally sown.
Yet, even though we try our best,
this poem ends with only death.

I don't remember your sapphire eyes,
or the teasing trace of a grin procured
from my stupid pun that "gave you cancer."

When your forgotten face uttered those words
I thought it was a lie, our inside joke.
Little did I know that heart-wrenching truth.

I don't remember the way your chest rose
whenever I uttered your name in bed,
or the silken touch of your hand in mine.

Your words are just etches, shattered by time.
A single blink and you were gone, replaced
by someone, my love, and my life.

I don't remember the feelings I felt
nor the uplifting leap of my bowels
when you said I was yours, and you were mine.

I wish I knew
what I know now
on that spring day
in that room of mirrors

When a breath escaped
my wind-filled pipes
and the break of ice
sealed up my fate

Perhaps if then I knew
what perhaps now I know
I would break those mirror
and fight that fate
or have a cup of tea

But because this trap
was still quite unknown
I found myself ensnared
and year after year
a cozy cell awaits

This is the end
and I bid no tale but
warning

Escape this fate
or you will find yourself
mourning

Recognize that you are a monster.
Look into your mother's eyes and proclaim
that despite her best efforts she has failed.

Don't forget to adore what you see,

but remember to loath what it has become.

You can not start on a fresh page.

I beg you not to forget the

moment we entered the classroom
inspecting our surroundings with
shy apprehension and a slight
stare into our machinations.

Yesterday we crossed pinkies and
our friendship knew no boundaries,
until I once again killed you.

And it imprinted in your skin,
the facts that ceased to be.
Across the bed, it went wild-
a balloon with one too many pins.

It crawled through our clothes,
quite bitter was this snake,
you called this thing love,
but we knew it was fake.

Another bite, another tug
a shout and a moan,
screaming air into your lungs;
It was all over, no more...

but remember this, and I will too
the moments may fade,
and your name grow dim,
but our debts aren't forgiven
and I still live in sin.