Scribbled notes on napkins, unfinished verses slightly askew. I put it all down in pen, to capture a small part of you.

Have a told you lately that I adore you? How the sound of your voice can drive me wild? You're the man I've  always dreamed of, ever since I was a child.

You shine so bright you steal my breath, like rays of sun I feel your glow. You somehow have come to be, the only thing I wish to know.

I never did deserve you, I once knelt to pray towards fading night. Holding onto fallen stars, I wished with all my might.

My hand is missing from yours, I feel the space where your fingers should be. I want to give you everything, but all I have is me.

Words seem to cut the soul, jagged edges distorted with color. Always avoiding the gallows, though I deserve to hang like any other.

Betrayl is a bitter pill, caught in a circle to burn us from inside. Walls I  built with magic dust, to help me better hide.

I called for peace but he wanted war, bellowing like thunder to the sky. He drew a sword and I my pen, then he dared to ask me why.

Kaleidoscope kingdoms never last, casualties scattered in every direction. He stole my youth and robbed my virture, beauty fading with age and imperfection.

He finally fell from his throne, the empire he built with deceit unable to stand. I'm moving on to catch the sun, with hope held in my hand.

I sit upon a throne of thorns, wearing a starry crown that isn't mine. Yet I am not unearthly, feminin or divine.

Time likes to trick us, age unfolds turning memory askew. Gold rings that held no meaning, just the absence of you.

I made a declaration to my people, banned this thing they call love. I pulled Cupid from the sky, so he could no longer betray us from above.

I've ruled a kingdom with no king, I've destroyed in ruins end. I cast a match with neglect, causing damage to vast to mend.

Whispered warnings no one would hear, Gypsys predicted this fate that's  cursed. Take the warnings that they heed, and listen to The Empress Reversed.

I've folded so slowly into myself.
Tucked emotions into creases,
crinkled corners stained from ink. 

Fingertips tingle from the need.
Yet my hands won't gather intent,
my heart just beats,
and I'm here,
but I'm not.

I could bleed through ink,
drops settling into words on paper.
Yet now I linger.
My clockwork heart on the tip of it all.

I protect myself so deeply,
blank envelopes with no postmark.
Destination void.

Letters filled with shards of me.
written with hopes,
and invaded by exclamation points.
some letters go unsent,
to remain unopened.

I travel the Mountains of Misconception, and camp along the Stream of Sorrow. Counting all the collapsible dreams, I utter prayers for a better tomorrow.

This rain cloud keeps on following me, my clothes soaked with unshed tears. Shadows keep attacking hope, whispering my worst fears.

These boots I wear upon my feet, have magic stitched in the seems. The gypsy that I bought them from, promised they help accomplish dreams.

At night I wish on falling stars, when my mind turns away from rest. Everything in my ****** life, is just another test.

His name sits on parted lips, I keep it close to heart. As I move to close this great distance, that tries to keep us apart.

This lover likes to cover me,
with soft lips and sandpaper hands.
His mouth on my body,
while fingers tugg through my dark hair,
and close around my throat.

This man is greedy with me.
Devours me whole,
always rough with need.
Yet his lips are the only contrasting element.
Setting my skin on fire,
with each delicate kiss.

His strong body,
is so graceful over mine.
We move together intertwined.
Always bending me,
into,
a new position of pleasure.
His grip leaves bruises,
trails of proof along my skin.

He only speaks in hushed gasps,
my name he whispers on the peak of ecstasy.
"You're mine"
he always says,
Kissing my swollen lips.
His eyes so dark,
I don't dare to disagree.

Silence rings,
with a depth that echoes
into my hollow self.
Causing this clockwork heart
to continue beating.
Even through the absence of.

My fingertips still tingle,
from the need
to touch you.
Unable to shake desire,
or the want,
of your body under my palms.
I still break,
every time the wind
whispers your name.

I couldn't catch,
in my delicate hands,
all your tears.
My prayers whispered heavily,
fell with to much heart.
My eyes wept  sincerely,
filling mason jars,
That I  sealed with empty apologies.