This man resembles shadow, his world is bleak and grey. But I would give him all of me, just to make him stay.

He is my favorite fascination, and I told him this from the start. Cupids arrow cursed us both, when it broke on hardened heart.

I never did deserve him, the truth now scattered in what we've left behind.  All the beauty that he is, but whats most magnificent is his mind.

I long to brighten up his world, and banish all his sorrow. To give him back what he's given me, hope that burns for a better tomorrow.

Never could I put to words, just how he makes me feel. He whispers that  he's just a ghost, but to me he's very real.

You are abstract.
Rare in our world of black and white.
So full of color that you burst.
Beautiful on canvas and in theory.

Stunning is you when you shine.
Breathless is me here before you.
I want so badly to fill in the cracks.

Contrasting elements leave us lingering
in this place that we now can frame.

I could look at you for hours not wanting to blink.
Gazing into the powerful man,
Seeing beyond what others may see.

I'm captivated and perhaps a bit shaken. Always left in such awe. 

I say this with absolute certainty,
needing to catch your tears in my hands.
You are a masterpiece.
You are a work of art.

I sit beneath the tree of Innocence, hidden in the forest of Tomorrow. There I cried a lake so vast, neverending tears of Sorrow.

I can't look up towards the sun, its vanished from my view. Blue sky's I painted grey, yet another reminder of you.

I'm stepping off the edge soon, thought maybe this time I might fly. I'll climb to the very top, and hope that I won't die.

Muttered prays that only fall, they're just to heavy in heart. Everything that I touch, always falls apart.

I can't ease this ache in my chest, nor can I mend what's gone. So I sit beneath this magic tree, and listen to the Winds song.

I kneel before the temple of Regret, prayers slip through lips of red. Collected stars in a jar, sealed with tears I have not shed.

Like lighting bugs but brighter, it shines with a blinding burst. I sipped from the waters of Lethe once, now I can never queue my thirst.

I didn't  mean to hurt him, I'll do anything to make it right. Out of pure desperation, I silently robbed the night.

I went through hell to get here, pulling constellations from the sky. I almost lost it all to Ruin, but still I refuse to cry.

This is all that's left of me, just a shell with a pretty face. So I give this jar as an offering, of the things I can't erase.

I had loved him
Through the darkness
Past resentment
And beyond
The missing pieces.

As I bent before him
I choked
Tears coming forth in overflow
My heart no longer
Whole.

The truth is
He stopped loving me
So long ago
That I begged him
endlessly
Not to let us slip
Not to lose me within this void.

You can’t reason
When the world crumbles
You can’t hold ruin
With trembling hands
Expecting words
To mend
what
Has been lost
And left behind.

Backyard lit by white lights
a fire burning
My cheeks flushed
From ample wine
and laughter.

I sit here gracelessly
Trying to evade
His sideways glances
And the way
hunger
Clings to his lips.

Do I allow him
To have me?
Temptation compelling
Heart raw and beating
My inhibition
Stripped
I am now bare.

Legs spread
And lips parted
He is greedy with me
Gasping from the need
Hands tangled in my dark hair.

He is just another
Indent on my mattress
  Another name
Written on an unspoken list
  Just another mark
On my once pure soul.

Tears slip from my dark brown eyes,
And fall across this endless space.
Prayers fault through red stained lips,
Endless invocation to reverse
what I am now so desperate to erase.

Breathing can be so tedious,
As days extend with such callous disregard.
How do I go on without you?
The absence has left me scarred.

Backward clocks tick in twisted rhythm,
This cavity holds time accountable for the pain.
I hate that you're no longer here
Now only the essence of memories remain.

I held my breath as it fell to ruin,
Burned and transformed by the opulent obsidian ember.
Grasping desolation in my gnarled hands
Refusing to release all that I have left to remember.