I hope you ******* die
I hope someone rips your heart out like you did mine
I hope you ******* cry
And spill ****** tears like I did that night
And I'll spit on your ******* grave and move on to the next who made me feel this way
I will walk the **** away when you're on your knees begging me to stay
I hope someone kills your heart like you did mine
I hope they taste the ****** tears that you left behind
I will lay a flower on your grave
It will be dead
Like our relationship
And more like your empty soul beyond this pain

When your heart beats against mine, don't look away.
When I drown you into unimaginable depths, I hear the violin wailing,
through the radiant blue waters of this ocean.
The waters ache at night,
And the moonlight heals.
Give to me the sorrow. Cast on me your spell.
It hurts, and you won't stop.

Please don't stop.

I don't believe that you will die
I believe that you will turn
into a night bird
an Athenian owl

a night bird
that chirps in my ear
who are you
where do you come from
where are you going

Dan Laurentiu, *Mountolive

Two hearts were never closer when separated,
Nor more apart when near.

We do not stress the important stuff
Rather we raise the ****** flag of war over the inconsequential,
And trample our soft field of love beneath the heavy trod of harsh spoken words stomping over the ripe carcasses of anger.

Where do we go from here?
Do we turn back time and bite our tongues never uttering the words that have bound us one to another,
Or do we plod onwards trusting that joy, loyalty and our oft proclaimed love will win through our clouded emotions to arrive at those poppy fields where this war becomes just another memory?