Eating. Nibbling.
A thousand times over.
On your succulent moisture
as you Drip. Drip. Drip.

I see you lying there
on glass ready
to be licked clean.
Drained of life you
will be.

I never wanted you
so I don't care
that John is enjoying you're
company now. We didn't play
as little five year old version of ourselves
at the local playground now rusted.

Not that I care but I hope
John enjoys your chocolate chips.
I hope he dunks you in milk
and smashes you with his teeth.

I will not forget the feel
of your lips as they swim
across mine,
your skin's sweet taste
as you sweat and pant away,
or the topaz in your eyes,
the galaxies in mine.

Here and now let my hope

become the setting sun.

Here and now let my heart

become hummingbird's wings.

Let my hope flutter into

the dark nothingness that is

the pitch blackness of eyes closed.

Let my heart just fly

so far away that a gaping

hole is left in my chest.

Let that pain fuel my every

fingerstroke as I say with my

every being.

I love you.

I love you.

I will always love you.

I will cherish you

and always call you mine.

I will remember the times

we kissed so softly that it seemed

as though you quenched my thirst.

Also I will remember the times

that so many nights I lay awake

listening to you soft breaths as

I watched your chest slowly fall

and rise again and with every rise

and fall a new day began and another

day ended. Let it be known that

I feel hands around my throat as

tears threaten to storm and thunder

down my face. Let it be known that

I fought the war of many ages of those

of angels and demons. Let it be KNOWN

that I tried to rope that moon and

give it to you. Every cell moves. Every

chill makes me shiver. Every whisper

makes my eyes widen because I hear you

speak in your  dreams your true desires

and they are not me. They are

of someone else. Someone who has

always been patiently waiting, watching,

willing for you to just say yes.

Is anybody out there
anyone at all...

lines from a movie
so long ago.

lonely suffering painful
lines that have just a tad
of hope yet the sting of
regret all mixed into one pie.

Speaking of pies, a nice
cherry-apple pie would
be perfect to be able to
get these lines.

Perhaps I just don't
know what I speak
of. My language seems
weak and of course dull...

what happens to me
when no one listens
as i flow the icy blue
waters of the sea...

I want to know
is anybody out there
anyone at all?
please.

Slowly approaching
flames dancing along
the path I wander.
A carpet under the
feet. Squish. Squish.

I could not see all
my anguish in its
entirety until I walked
the path to the hooded
fellow. Horrifying, subtle
with lips so seducing. A
gaping bleeding wound
as her mouth spoke
no words yet agape.

Alas! There she laid
upon my feet frozen
in a smile I'll never
forget even while
suffering the circles
of Hades. It'll be my
own little personal ring
of fire that I bought when
I made a deal with a
dark hooded figure.

Fingers scrawny
face non-existent
robed magnificently
enough to scare
your dead soul out.
Took only four
words to put me walkin'
down the flaming crimson

Take mine NOT hers
Her frozen face
animated
Her wounded body
healed
Her lovely eyes
open
filled with green confusion
Goodbye my sweet.
Enjoy. My gift to you.

Squish. Squish.
Chains
slid against the carpet
making crooked lines
and cuts upon it.
Every motion dealt
enough pain to numb
everything until I was
no more.