It pains me to say, it's brought me nothing but joy.
That you left by choice, not any form of force.
That it is not I who is blamed, for this is the path that you chose.
And by will you've returned the peace you once stole.

She looses her mind on a daily basis
Leaving it behind in a formation of scribbles.
She carries stories woven in the dark
Like uncoordinated patterns of light.
Sounds that move as graceful figures
Simple symbols, nothing but scribbles.

Endorsed across these hollow lines
All you interpret are scribbles.

But these "scribbles" are her aim
Her far aspiration; everyday devotion.

Do you not see the avidity, when she takes creation?
Are you that ignorant towards these "scribbles"?

DEAR, THIS IS SOMETHING BEYOND THAT!
You see, words are a weapon against those you resemble.
You see, this ink is her weapon, and how she adores it.
You'll be aghast! When her passion, her "scribbles"
Prevail.

I crave dissection
Anatomical perhaps, but no.
Just a peek
The slightest glimpse of the glow.

Take me far beyond any other
Start gentle
Then build this further.
End hard.

I crave the soft brown
Your eyes
The way you held it down
My heart

Caress my body whole
Leave
Keep from my soul
Physical

I crave the world I found
You
Bring me far above the ground
Love.

Hands and hard breathing
Moan
No love no meaning
Lust.