Melancholy
seeps in like a
phantom limb

desolation blinds and destroys

Wildfire inside

You needed wings to make you fill whole
but leaves still fell from autumn trees
And your breath with death
still leaves scars and
as for me I lost everything

I need something to fill this
void,
So I will beg for your
figure
And I will take to try and fill this empty
insatiable
inquietude
But still I am still greeted with empty hands
and
dejection

I
Have
Become a
Prisoner
in my own skin

I like to believe I've married all of my past lovers in some
parallel universe
I like to believe that somewhere somehow
our love isn't
Dead.

When you kiss her
And realize passion does not
live inside her
You will roll over with a sigh and
remember me
You will trace your fingers over my favorite spots and
feel that my prints
Are engaved into you skin
Right there,
To remind you
No one
Can
Touch
You
Like
I
Can.

Circumstance will never understand What
It
Has
Taken
From
Me

I see myself falling back into
old ways,
But I no longer care

I must admit I am more damaged
after you left, less whole.

There is a piece of me
you stole.

I have let you make footprints
in this town,
And it's haunting when
you're gone

I held this love in my
Hands
But never in my
Heart
And with one motion
I destroyed
It

I make my
Homes
in
flesh and bones.