She's woefully unmade,
Struck down by her own hand.
I long to stop the blade
But am trapped
By walls of her own making.

Can she hear my cries
Or see the tears
That fall on emptiness?

Smothered in affection
Afflicted by a desire;
Journey on dreamer
But ever only in dreams.
Reality only ever mirrors
And poorly.

Gone is the once wondrous apathy
Or at least the premise I clung to
In shadows, ever hidden
Wary of being discovered.

As it is in most tales,
The discovery was made
Providing glorious respite,
Or so it seemed.
But dreams realized
Destroy a heart that yearns
And the selfish gift that hides.

Wrapped up in thoughts of someone else,
The truths that make me happy
Pushed aside for the moment
(moments...how long... too long).
I've forgotten what it means to desire
Hungrily, greedily, selfishly.
Smile for forever so she survives.
Smile for forever as pieces continue to die.
I find myself wishing that the the title was optional,
Like it once was;
Selfishly pursuing what felt alright
(at very least)
Striving for villainy
And thriving within it.

She danced in the rain,
Bare feet slapping at the old, worn wood
Of the picnic table.
Her flushed cheeks
Burned bright in the cold wind,
Looking like rubies
In the fat drops of water
That the sky wept.
She looked like a faery queen
Dressed in just my t-shirt,
Dancing in the cold, fall rain.

Dreams left standing in solemn silence,
Those you forgot long ago.
Are there tears?
Only you can know.

Haiku is like this:
The moment a petal falls,
Beautiful and brief.

Welcome to the Adagio of my Soul,
Where that slow, slow, sad and sweet melody
Drags me ever deeper and deeper below,
As demons and monsters in panoply
Frolic, full of cheer, in the blazing abyss.

Salute, from the Allegro of my Mind,
That dreadfully cheerful, quickening time;
The one that comes when burnt bridges I find
All around me, as insanity's rhyme
Taunts me terribly, all my world's amiss.

Enter the Fortissimo of my Heart,
While it screams out loud, oh so silently,
To its love, desperately wanting part,
The slimmest, smallest of portions to be
Returned in kind, brush of the lips, a kiss.

End.  Pianissimo of my Body.
Lost love, burnt bridges, demon and monster,
Surround me. Overwhelm me.  Defeat me.
I lay alone.  The music grows quieter.
The song of my life, comes now to but this...