A bleeding tongue rubbed raw with repetition.
Butterflies drawn from your description
and
Moths mutter my name while munching calmly.
X marks the day I began my quest wide eyed and cheery
but
Y rings, bounces and boils over until I respond sadly.

I called out for you
I received nothing.

To hear your voice     To touch your skin     To die as an us
                                         I will Persevere

Relaxation of your muscles
Many Jumbled thoughts
Caught by your skulls
Concentration.

A leaf falls, calls to the tree
A sad scream of sorrow
A dream of tomorrow

I am but a wilting flower
A tree thats needs its rest
How glad a boy like me could be to revive instead of die, as foliage powered by the sky.

Ours cells sing church bells and hold each others sins and secrets.
Reject the antibody because nobody has a better body for me to protect.

Skin course, of course it rubs and is a source of heat to confide within.
Chillin, when you let me melt into your **** felt shirt  straight coolin.

Merrily,
Brick follows brick a monotonous march.
Watching,
The wonderfully white filling waits.
To keep the color in line a cruel fate.
As they stand stout and starch
You and I debate.

A new car, a new computer, a new twinkle of a star in my eye from afar
and an old soul trying its hardest to remain whole.
To cleanse of all impurity is the sin of forgetting our infidelity
and sadly we must bare the aging tear a mare.
So saddle me up, strap yourselves in and remember there is always tomorrow mornin.
Actually.
There is always a today because we all eventually die.
The sunrise is out of reach no matter how hard we try.

To peel a potato misshapen and rough,
a potato like I so soft in abundant supply.
Before beating was hard covered with skin so tough
that metal might meet an untimely defeat.
To peel a potato thats rotting through to you,
just throw it away
and forget that
dreadful
day.

Forget about yourself.
Forget about herself.
Forget about her.
You just aren't good enough.