Reciprocated, your love for Dave.
Unrequited, my love for you.
If only you had chosen me,
you wouldn't be pouring rain
through those veins
to your innocent heart
and I wouldn't be here,
on this barren land where
these woeful, wretched, wilted roses
are yearning for a drop of water.
Baby, even if I traded my soul,
would I ever be enough for you
for I wasn't your drug,
and your drug didn't seem to love you
the way you loved him.

If only you had taken a chance with me,
even for a second, baby,
I would have taken you
to where you belonged;
heaven, my Aphrodite. 
The yellow hues would have welcomed you
and I wouldn't have felt the seasons transmute so painfully
if only,
if only,
if only you said yes to heaven
and no to him.

I am dancing on my own,
watching you from afar
to this melody my heart created
that is screaming
till death do me apart.
And there you are
scented with cigars,
high on Dave, your ******,
yet,
you apologize to him
for a million times
for not being able to be his voodoo doll.

Darling, I am sorry but
I need an end to this undying love
even if loving you was the sanest thing I did.
I am sorry, baby,
but I am turning out these lights
and plucking out the days from your garden
and refilling it with the nights
so I could be Dave even if it's for a split second.
You know, I know,
that I am wrong
but all I need is a chance to proof my
insanity from this anonymity.
I will love you forever,
I will love you forever
but not as much as Icarus loved the sun,
wings melted, falling.
But, I love you.

How do you maintain your edge in all of these idealism that has been clinging to you, these chains of insecurities holding you back. Tell me, darling, how do you make sure that you grow from all of that ache in a heartbeat? How do you win against this gravity of "I can't be enough's" that are pulling you down, down to this magnetic apocalypse that is giving birth to these shrines constructed of these holy tears that I can no longer hold. Through those heart wrenching words that I read everyday, I know, I with a fatal dream, am not the only one who is slowly fading away in this brokenness, losing his religion and flying one-winged. My lord, my hands conjoined together, my body bowing in front of you, my soul in your hands, I wish for one thing: could you tell me a remedy to make sure that I can breathe again and break myself free from the yesterday's that try to define me. Cleanse me and make my soul human again such that when I close my eyes, I don't transmute into a bipolar, with constant change in these moods that I no longer feel control of. Mi amor, are you planning for Satan to sing me all of those locked up lyrics that I have written when I had kerosene all over my body, the matchstick lying just near the corner. Is that what you want? If not, just tell me how do you keep your edge?

Baby, do you want me to
be your chevalier and
walk you down the aisle,
towards him, your peony?
I am okay with you refusing
an already condemned proposal,
But, move to the side
and leave a fragment of space
for me
while I witness the last part of your
silhouette leave me behind.

Honey, permit me to
make your favorite coffee
for you one last time,
lit up that cigarette for you
and you can ******* out
like its fumes
but I will stay with you
like its smell.
Don’t leave me.
Not yet, not now.
Aren’t you supposed to be
my china doll,
so why are you trying to
unpave this path we once created?
Try not to wear that
veil to blind yourself from the
brokenness you created
in front of you, me.
Let it for once
play the role to fill that void,
and let it’s light twirl you
into realizing that heaven isn’t him.

Baby,
Baby,
Baby,
say no to Alex,
And yes to me.
Else move to the side
and leave a fragment of space
for me
while I witness the last part of your
silhouette leave me behind
and you
witness me gulping these
rainbow of pills,
burning down this undefined feeling. -

I see the waves
as I close my eyes,
calming me down,
whispering in the air
That the flowers that once were wilted
Are now bathing in the sun,
slowly rising again.

- The waves before your wrist.

the soul inside this body
Its rib cage, a prisoner
Screeching the thoughts
Buried deep inside
With its lips in sync
Which narrated
the lies to be transgressed
Into a thousand palatable flowers
Along with the scent
diffusing it every time
Leading into a trail
To the kiss of Judas