the tingling trace
of your prickly face

down my neck
followed by soft pecks

like the whetted dry grass in the summer
that we laid on until we heard thunder

you were so ******, such a clutter
and i was the lover that had to suffer

you stabbed me and i apologized
after all it was my fault that i fell for your disguise

Desperate for acceptance.
I poured out my soul.
My blissful beloved heart was no longer whole.
It was melted.
Soaked in by the wrong person.
I wanted him jubilant from the beginning.
Drip drop every day.
Soon my heart began to stop.
I had nothing left, I was dry and ringed from happiness.
Depression was all that was left.
While he was absorbed and content.