it doesn't seem that i can get high enough
                                                                          or low
to find a reason for b r e a k i n g this cycle
                                                        cycle          cycle
                                                                  cycle
of trying to become drinking buddies with my demons
or unconscious of the fact that i'm slowly letting my passions
                                               die.
i'm empty
on the ins
ide but at
least i loo
k ok.

~She is graceful, elegant, and beautiful.

He loved her
from the depths
of his heart.

A heart She broke,
because She
never looked back.
        
—

They were not perfect
But that did not matter.

He knew no chance,
for it was Impossible.

—

But he Loved her
as if it were not so
and spent his days
thinking only of Her.
      

thoughts that consume
and make his heart
break even more.

—

But He Loved Her,
not caring about the risk,
without bounds,
without fear
That She
would not love Him back.  

—

And He Loved Her
Ad Infinitum.

I can't;
think/
feel/
sleep/
eat/
breathe/

past/
since/
without/
within/

yesterday/
us/
you/
the emptiness.