I went looking for God
but I found you instead.
Bad luck or destiny,
you decide.

Buried in the muck,
the soot of the city,
sorrow for an appetite,
devil on your left shoulder,
angel on your right.

You, with your thorny rhythms
and tragic, midnight melodies.

My heart never tried
to commit suicide before.

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.

A refreshing wind that you are,
And an abyss of void I;
Yet when we both meet,
An ocean of love drains by.

I have breathed you indefinitely, wondering if your scent
is the definition of perfection. I should digress.
These wings won't take me
as far away as I will want to go.
If you still think of me, please remember me as broken;
as the pieces you once tried to put together, and inevitably failed.
If you are willing to read my words;
please rip these envelopes and hide the letters within your palm.
My reasons for leaving are finite;
I know that they will run out, and they will never be enough.
Of course, I should apologize.
I am sorry for being the imperfection you never needed.
You tell me you love me and I believe you, but
I do not deserve your affection.
But I will not apologize for making this decision.
I will leave my past behind in a flurry of winter snow;
please don't try to find the last traces of my footsteps.
I promise that I will be fine.
And thank you;
you are so beautifully sincere in everything you say.
Nothing will ever feel warmer than your fingers clasped in mine.
I could write down all the things about you that
have driven my heart into insane acceleration. My pen will run dry.
Though lastly, if there is a word that
can express extreme love better than itself,
I dedicate it to you.

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