In the corner of my room
sits a vase filled with dead flowers
They are wilted and withered
through no fault of their own
They were given as a gesture of love
in a state of beauty
But they were cut at their source
separated from their roots
so that they could no longer reach the nutrients they need to survive
And I watched them
as they became brown and brittle
and faded from the glory they once held
But I've kept them
because they remind me of you
They remind me of how we had something
that slowly slipped away
until it crumbled in my fingers
when I tried to bring it back to life
But they are still flowers
They are still beautiful even though they are dying
Because what they represented was so beautiful
even if it's passed on

and there I was, drinking your mouth like whiskey
I let your hands navigate the ocean that was my body
but you ended up lost in the wasteland of my emotions
I gave you everything, including the power to break my heart

It drags me under
Then
Spits me up onto the sand
My lungs filled with seaweed and water
Burning
Making it impossible to breathe
But panic isn't an emotion
Its a friend
A familiar presence
Because the ocean has done this
Far to many times
For me to be surprised

The tide is laced in my veins, in every emotion, nerve, cell, atom.
It has taken the ability to love from me because no matter how many times I try to plant a kiss on the shores of someone's heart, they keep sending me way.

She said she wouldn't date him
because she knew how I still felt
and she thought
"What kind of a friend would that make me?
I wouldn't want to do that to you."
Yet here I sat, thinking
What kind of a friend does that make me?
Holding her back from being with a guy
who she cares about a lot
just because I want him
when he wants her and not me.
Envy is one of the seven deadly sins
and baby, I'm gonna die green.

Time is merely a souvenir
of closed caskets and love stories.