Golden hues cause my synapses to tingle,
memories burst and make me wriggle.

Am I alone in this electric feeling,
lost in a misguided myopic way of seeing?

Memories grow week as the days grow shorter,
no longer do the instill and nervous ferver.

My feelings can no longer bridge this gap,
my love is is dying out, drained of its sap.

Time is slipping through my fingers, stealing your love
A glance at first sight, became a glance of lost perspective
I loved you where there was no space and time
I guess my love for you needed space and time

I'm in the same place as before but time got a hold of me
Now loving you is a rain of poisonous letters
Pouring upon me to rip off my emotions
Time is slowly stealing my love for you...

I wish I could reach through time,
to grab your hand and tell you not to go.
I don't want to be forgotten here,
I wish you would have held me dear.

Pages and pages of memories filled with you are being lost,
the turning of time is the un-writing of our story.
I didn't see it when the letters began to fade;
I didn't see the days you stayed away.

I keep turning the pages hoping to see your scrawl,
but each turn reveals more empty space.
I've become blind to the world as I search for you,
I’ve forgotten how to write memories without you around.

I held your heart in blank spaces of my mind,
It was there that I hoped your love could bloom,
That the fruits of our love could become my ink,
Oh the memories we would paint.

I see you in the foreseeable future,
I want to hold you beyond the imagination,
Love is promised but ocean divides everything,
Just don't leave...

Is it wrong of me to linger on your words?
I can feel myself sinking into the pregnant pause,
just before the light trickles through the curtains,
illuminating the empty space your words held.

I long for your voice, like the lily longs for the rain,
spring showers awaken and unfurls new leaves.
The rain turns a key inside me opening me up again,
letting all the water flow out, just in time for the drought.

The days are getting shorter, as the time since rain elongates,
leaves scorched curl around me, shielding what life is left.

Spring will bring your final bloom,
as the last remnants of your words,
give color to the tips of my petals.

Your presence once a welcome occurrence,
has come to pass like the ocean currents.
It was always bound to end like this,
the delicate balance had to shift.

I no longer feel the warmth in your smile,
the color in your cheeks was not caused by me.
I though maybe I should just wait a while,
and then I'll surely be able to let my emotions free.

A stranger stares back through the mirror,
their eyes cold and unwavering cause my unnerving.
The soft skin of my cheeks, looks like gnarled wood
The curvature of my body begins to flatten,
archaic versions of my self rise to the surface of my skin.
Each iteration of my self begins to cycle across my body in the mirror.

The emotions, temperament, thoughts and feelings of past selves,
percolates through my consciousness, leaving traces along the way.
A splash of colorful emotion lingers in my cheeks giving them warmth.
The soft memory of lips on my skin bubbles through me.
My skin tingles as each thought bursts at the edge of my existence.
This is to be expected of ephemeral emotions,
their transient nature becomes clear as the colors they once provided
fade to black.

It's hard to explain who I am.
Eyes flickering across my body,
looking for faults in the logic.

Contradictions piling up,
as standard operating procedures fail.
Anger and bewilderment to frightened to share...
one little question, awkward and scared.
who am I?

A broken binary falls at my feet
like the clothes I've come to dread
and the skin I wish to shed.
My body left an undefined and unwanted shell.

I'm somewhere deep inside,
trapped inside this human cage.

The flame of the match flickers as it inches closer to my fingers,
the warm glow illuminates my face, giving color to my skin pale with cold.
No warmth is felt as the flame reaches my finger and attempts to set them ablaze,
Just a dull ache as the heat gives life to a limb long since dead.

I've always known long before my body will succumb to the elements,
that my mind would fray and my feelings decay, senses worn away each day.
I always wanted to wear away the nerve endings in my body,
their signals caused chaos in the synapses of my brain.

Now that their unwelcome symphony has passed, I long for a sound.
The wave of sensations that used to ripple throughout my body is lost,
I long a wave of sensation to crash down upon me and send me spiraling into thought,
anything to give life to this monotone existence, cold and listless.