Your words they make me melt like a candle,
dripping with the thought of you.
I'll spill out onto myself,
raw and messy.
Perfectly imperfect just for you.

I am water.
I fill the space into which I am poured.
I am a shape shifter,
I flow effortlessly.

Try to hold me in your palms,
and I will slip through your fingertips.

I have the power to nourish the dying earth,
so that wild flowers may burst into blooms.

World's within world's live within me.
Just as science proves,
soon your lips will lust to taste me,
and your body will yearn to crave me.

It seems I am running out of ways to articulate this aching feeling.
As if a thief in the night took a knife,
and stole a part of my heart.
One half beats and it waits,
for the other to reciprocate with a resounding thump. 
But I'm surrounded by the deafening sound of silence.

There is no way to avoid the inevitable.
The overwhelming sense of darkness,
it looms around me.
Like the fog obscures the tips of the trees,
I try to conceal my sadness.

I look in the mirror and I paint on a smile.
My best mask,
for the day ahead.
Maybe with time I'll convince myself,
that I can live without you. 

I wish I could go back.
Fix this mess,
but I cannot.
The stark reality,
that my heart has to beat without its counterpart.
No longer melodic in rhythm and rhyme.
It beats out of synchronicity.