You are a dinner set for two
and I'm late like always.

The candles have melted into red and white puddles on the tablecloth
like wax seals on the unread love notes
I leave tucked under your windshield wipers.

in another universe, in another time,
they had met, at the perfect time.

they were not lonely, they were not sad,
their new found feelings did not make them feel bad.

there was no guilt,
it wasnt a secret,

life was not cruel, fate was inviting,
destiny had chosen, and there would be no waiting.

it would be their start, they would be there till the end,
maybe for them it was written like that, but they were lucky,
unlike others, happy, they were till their end.

i don't have any more love left to give you
i'm drained of salvation
i'm losing myself
or i'm losing my mind
i'm running on empty
and i don't feel like running anymore
i know you need me to be the strong one
i'm trying so hard
but i'm shaking at the hinges
and i don't know how much longer
i can run away from
a loveless heart and a thoughtless mind

A while ago, the mirrored me,
in my reflection looked tired, you see,
This went on and on, oh my,
The time has really passed me by,
It's with regret I now accept,
However long, I've ****** slept,
Without being so tactfully told,
That I'm not just tired, but getting old.

How did it happen?
I didn't even like you at first,
and now you're the first thing I think of when I wake up,
if I wasn't already dreaming of you while I slept.
When I look into your eyes I feel short of breath.

I want you the way suicidals want death.

But I cannot have you, and I resent the fact
that you somehow stole my heart and now won't give it back.
And yet, if I had you I know I wouldn't want you anymore.
I'd come to loathe you in the way that a child hates chores.
But you've melded to my mind;
you're burned into my brain.

I want you the way that a moth wants the flame.

It's a paradoxical ache.
A feeling so strange.
In the English language it doesn't even have a name,
but I believe this is what the french refer to as
the exquisite pain.

I want to trace your scars
with my fingertips,
hear every painful story
& learn how you healed.

I want to kiss every blemish
on your pretty skin,
listen to your wishes
& press myself closer.

I want to feel your heartbeat
against my chest,
taste your lips,
inhale your sweet fragrance,
& hold you like no tomorrow
which may never come.

I want to live with you
in the moment,
the here,
the now,
& make
a lasting impression
on you
with my whispers.