she hurt you
and i just keep thinking
how dare she throw away what she had?
she had you
something i never did
and she dare be jealous of me,
because of what we used to be?
she had your heart
and i never did.
she tried to beg for you back after she realized her mistake.
how dare she believe it's that easy?
she doesn't deserve your love.
she left you
something i never did.
she claims she loves you but if she loved you
she wouldn't have lied to you.
she never loved you.
something i always did.
she closed herself from you
even though your arms were wide open
and i can't help but think
how dare she let you slip slowly away
because she could have had all of you
but she lost you
and i wish i could have held you
because i would never let you go
i would never hurt you
i would always love you
i would always cherish you
and i would have you, all of you
something she will regret
because she never could love you
the way i always will.

Give her more and more space
To be her own woman.

Give her room to grow.
Give her room.  

Independence is as solid a
Foundation to build a life upon

As any. Just make sure she sees
Your intention as is.

Dependence will drive her to think
You stopped caring.

Dependence will fool her into
Seeing it as birth. Of an ending.  

Dependence is no walls; no roof,
No floor.

Give her room to grow.
Give her *room.

you
      walk
            naked
                  and dripping,
from
      the shower
                      
and stand,
             as i covet
                         your
                              absolute

beauty and magnificence.

ardent desire,
               raises goosebumps
on
   my skin,
             as lust
                    lights the fires.

your
     eyes,
         rake over me
                      and i am left
quivering....

we come
         together, with    
              mouths full of greed,
lips of desire,
             skin so tender....

that the touch
              of fingertips,
                   scorches and sears.

but burn, we must
             and burn, we will.

as we ravenously, take our fill

gorging,
           feasting,
                      devouring,
                      ­              desire.

this is our .....
      love's funeral pyre.
                      from which
the phoenix,
        each day arises...
             ...more incandescant.
to await...
          with longing
               fervent and asmolder
          
the next match's
                   striking to love's
                           lusterous fire.

How cruel this world can be
as to when someone starts
to mean so much to you
you begin to mean
so little to them

You fell in love with me.

I just hope you jumped.
Not slipped.