Like the cigarette burn on my left forearm
You left a mark
A mark that reminds me
That you were here
Reminds me of a time
When the colors were vibrant with life

These struggles put the strain
Of anxiety on my soul
Lost ever since that mark was seared
Now looking for the light
The love
To remove
The one that left the mark on my heart

no one ever warns you that love is so painful.
heartbreak? car crash?
i couldn't tell the difference.
did i fall in love, or off a cliff?
both seem equally pleasant.
looking back, i'm not sure if you were kissing me or cursing me.
                                                                                                               (i'm sure you meant me no harm)

your voice, your smell, your smile;
these are all things I will never forget,
locked in a gilded display case in my mind until I die.

l-o-v-e is a four letter word i only barely learned to pronounce before my tongue and heart were ripped from my chest and open mouth.
i now sit in silence.
i wish that i could speak again, so that i may curse the universe for this torment.

slowly, i forget what my heartbeat sounded like,
how it felt to love.

I want to dash through the fields of your *******
Allowing the sun to gleam down on us
Spirited and blossoming with child like minds
Your fingers encircle me so
Tenderly I allow you to dance with my kiss
I want to touch love                  
With a fluttering as you caressed my breast
I feel harmony as you retreat across me
Ripples arousing in my core
I stare at this measureless fragility
As your gaze feels painted with despair
My flesh is damp and ready to dream
I tremble deeply burning
Swollen *******, fevered kisses
I smell peaches tangled in the sea
You massage me underneath
Feeling as though I cant breathe
Your teeth roam my velvet perfection
You seem to be impatient
Pulling me near as I see myself in the mirror
You begin to descend into me
I felt shriveled as he shuddered and shook
He felt like ice melting in a storm
So I swam into the lonely moonlight
And watched my silhouette wander into the hallucination of me

Secret spells of the gutter weeds
The crash of echoes in the cavern of your ratifications
Shapeless memories plucked from the rotting lace
Melting the crash of your hollow ways
Your reflection is full of blameless confessions
Sundering your vision with deathless years
The sharpness of your syringe of hate
****** flaws that dictate you
Wincing for a delicate escape
Pursuing the creek of graceless yearning
Immersed and nonexisting into the marrow of your passage
As the mourners disaffirm the farewell fortitude of your youth