You're the reason the ink bleeds across my page.

Worlds collide, intertwining
For a period of time
Until the connection is lost.
Then break apart,
Whirling into separate orbits.

It desperately pleads with me as I turn it between my fingers.  
It knows what I'm contemplating; dreading its own death, a slow sinking to the murky depths.  
It's time to follow through;  
A quick flick of the wrist and the deed is done.  
I imagine my flat stone screaming in terror as it skips across the lake's tranquil surface.  
My imagination is twisted.

Darkness is my solace, soothing my soul
When the sun mocks me with its radiant light.

Funny how much a pretty face
Hides what goes on inside.
No one catches the faint trace
Of tear stains on the cheek.
No one sees the lost spark
In the stormy eyes.
No one notices the mark
Of sleepless nights.
No one sees the disgrace
That troubles the heart.
But they all notice the pretty face.

Remember our song?
It tiptoed through the tall grass.
Twinkling stars sang along,
While we danced barefoot in the moonbeams.    
Lyrics of lies woven from tales of passion
And unfading love led us astray;
Lost in each other, and lost in the naive allusion
That our song would last forever.
Fireflies glanced over, flashing their warning lights
Before carrying the melody far away.
I hear that song still, all alone on starry nights,
Floating by on the cool breeze.
I remember.