Two weeks of pure bliss are left upon your silent lips;
A beautiful taste of what I had missed,
Gone now into a life of what I will have to miss;
Eternal damnation is contemplating on what ifs.

They say true love does not leave its home,
You're gone again and I'm left alone.
Our love story hurts much like a broken bone;
With the chance, I may never heal in full.

My dying heart
Need not be followed;

For healing is a process.

Life,
has become
an illness

Time;
a terminal
Deathbed

In a world of expectation
Comes a rush of realization
That most aren't out for love
Only acts of fornication
Hearts ache
Lacking appreciation
Hearts break
What a trifling generation
Leading someone to fall for you
With no intention of serious relation.
All that is happening in this world
Is not truthful love
Just mere imitation.

I struggle with reality 

My restless mind won’t let me be 

Images I’m seeing are disgusting me

My own reflection in the mirror
Monstrosity 

Simply put 

It’s me 

I am my own worst enemy
And these ******* thoughts 

Are only

Killing 

Me

If you said mark my words
I would scour for every color Sharpie I could find,
T
o document your precious word 

Every line for line

Oh how I would hope for you to say
Please won’t you be mine,

Please will you stay.
How enamored I would be to write these words,

Permanently