Something in the wood took you
I try to find pieces
Of your very being
Tucked beneath some moss rock
Or underground
In burrows of the thick and tangled undergrowth

Amidst a stillness
Tainted by an eerie drone
Suffusing the atmosphere
Traversing a terrain
Devoid of landmarks
I follow faint footprints
A sullen scent
I can hardly recall
A dulled voice
Sifting through the pine  
You are not there
All that remains of you is
An echo of an echo (of an echo).

Instagram, twitter,
Snap chat all.
Selfi,post this,
Lets go to the mall!

Annoying, redundant,
Useless spaces.
Look at me, look at me,
says all the faces

"What has become of myself?
Never ever have I been seen like this.

You have stripped me right down,
everything on view for your piercing naked eyes.

Don't be fooled,
You have gone a lot further than the fabric on my skin.
You have been past the blood in my veins,
and,
all of my tender muscles.

Much further than the burn of my sarcasm,
and,
the shield in my blue orbs.

You have journeyed successfully to my heart,
and,
have caressed it in your fingertips.

I ask that you don't look further on and gouge your fingernails into the flesh,
ripping and tearing apart my soul.

Although I think we both know that if my final breath was drawn from that,
Your  name would still be the last word that would seal away the oxygen for good"

You can
see,
thorns
in
a rose
see,
you can