We craved something different,
we received more of the same.
Our souls reached this beautiful place;
hoping the fates will grant us domain.

Our memoirs fading in the night yet
the stars remember our names.
Emptiness breaks our hearts;
the blood dripping upon the flames.

These moments are deteriorating rapidly;
the hours crumbling from hefty disdain.
Absence of time destroys a promise;
our love is brutally slain.

Maybe, we give in too quickly;
thinking so much will change.
Perhaps, we give up too easily;
believing the end comes with the rain.

The end of our journey
on the horizon's center;
the last stop to this asylum
in the midst of winter.

Darlings of destitution painting
****** distractions on the latex;
the essence of ambition covered
within the toxic keepsakes.

Cold doors keeping out
the warmth of affections;
our bodies wrapped tightly
within the canvas of preconceptions.

The thumping of our minds
beneath the crumpling distress;
ideas illuminating our perilous
potential.  ****** beads of sweat falling
into the darkness.

Crazy notions spewing
all over the floor; the
filthy piles of wasted
time is growing.

Insanity within this circle
of trust; our dreams mislead us.
No windows to expose the sun as
we recline towards amnesia.

It’s been four years to the day;
the image of her face barely remains.
Her scent is becoming faint;
the desire to find her is fading away.

Time remembers what we have forgotten; those moments feigned a dream, our reality misbegotten.  We said “I love you” when we should have said” I’m lonely without you.”  My god, what were we thinking, impulses of our youth to pledge our demise wearing trinkets. The dos and do nots hanging beneath the expectations; emotions lodged within our throats, choking the communication.  The catastrophes unforeseen, at times expected; the burden to heavy, the pain and fire misdirected. We carry a desire to change; we find it difficult to give up our troubled ways.

I stand before the early morning light;
squinting to see the hope
promised on the horizon.

Shadows from the pillars of salt
behind me; a multitude of errors
seeking my attention.

All the fallen stars buried
beneath the wasted wishes;
their tombs unmarked and broken
by good intentions.

The black rose I carried tightly
within my palm has died from the suffocation;
I’m afraid to let it go,
hoping it can be resuscitated.

The stench of stubbornness on my flesh;
our hands no longer touching, our lips
no longer tasting the moments.

Always and forever...
etched in loneliness.

I've lost...
The meaning of delightful expression, vocabulary betrays my soul.
The way seemed so obvious, the journey towards the morning sky.
Though it rained everyday, we cared nonetheless;
lost within each other's adoration.

Poetry lied to my heart because
I believed epiphany's song.

I've lost...*
The words to express these sullied emotions;
time ends the way it began with tattered hopes
unraveling at the hem of her dress.