I’ve been trying to fill up my life
With people and things
The next vacation
The next boyfriend
The next new dress
What a sad mess

What do you do when nothing works anymore?
I’m tired of buying things, and acting like a *****

Nothing is thrilling or the least bit exciting
It’s getting boring and terribly frightening

I used to be able to buy something new
That would help keep me from being blue
Find a new man
A brand new romance
I’m too tired to even get up for the dance

I'm not an artist but I've opened up galleries with your name painted all over the walls

they're a souvenir encoded in brush strokes of downward spirals and rose tinted tunnel vision

the lights are blaring and my sight is blurred by tears and the street lamp flickers, almost sympathetically

a street lamp can understand, so why can't you?

What good is a star that burns in the space before your galactic eyes that ignited the space in my heart.
It has been on fire since then and now the conflagration is spread to my whole body and I am eternally raging with fire.
Had you ever rest your head on my spine,you would have listened to the conch shell of my heart...that slowly whispers my love in the form of reverberations...

I was thinking how could I possibly tell you how much you mean to me..
These words that I utter can only give you the faint idea of how much I love you,because the love that exudes from me cannot be compressed into words nor be distilled into actions nor be quenched with just kisses...