Her love stretched out for all who neared,
But everyone had left in fear.
Her wings were tattered,
Dreams beyond shattered,
And her blood dripping down like tears.

They chained her to the cold steel ground,
And sewed her mouth to make no sound.
Her whimper at night,
With the absence of light,
Made the twinkle in her eyes disappear.

I sat there in the corner, with my messy bun and my messy feelings, all while rocking back and forth clawing at my chest to get you out of my heart.

Clawing at my brain to send those memories straight to hell, for now they have become rotten, spoiled, painful and distasteful.

Clawing at my ribcage to finally release the butterflies that have been held captive for an unbearable amount of time.

But what did I claw at for the longest? Your chest; in attempt to work my way into your heart, where I knew I belonged.

A storm, is what we were.

Destroying everything, capturing everything.
Ruining the things that we touched, including each other.

I remember when we started off the same, when we coexisted without a shred of conflict.

Then without warning we clashed like hot air and cold air, fighting a war that could not be won with a cyclone of never ending battles.

Sometimes, we were so perfect.
But we cracked and I tried to tape us back together when we really needed glue.  
Then we shattered, and I tried to pick up the pieces while you quietly slipped away.

My hurricane, my beautifully flawless hurricane. I will never forget the look in your eyes when you realized I was your everything.

And I will never forget the look in your eyes when you saw me, and saw nothing.

For days, you have been in my mind, in my subconcious, and in my writing.

And all that can cross my mind is how in love I am with you, and how in love you are with her.

But regardless of who that love is for,

I still love seeing the way your eyes light up as she walks by you as if the sun was reflecting in your eyes.

And I love the way you would smile with your heart the way you see it in the movies.

And I loved the way her name would roll off your tongue as though you have practiced it over and over again.

And I love the way you can always see beauty in her, whether inner or outer and how you will tell her everyday.

And I love the way you tell her how much she means to you as the weeks go on and the time passes by.

I really do love everything you do for her.  It's just, sometimes when I'm alone in my room, I wish it were all for me.

You are in my dreams, and in my writing.

I could move to another planet and I still wouldn't be able to get away from the ghost of you that haunts me everyday.

And I can't breathe anymore. When I do manage to grasp air it's full of disdain and anguish that builds up in my lungs like black tar.  

A slow agonizing death, but it is still not slower than the one you have given me.

I reach out to touch you, in search of comfort, but my fingertips come in contact with nothing.

Reminding me that I feel nothing,
Yet I feel everything,

And what I long for, is that one day I may feel you once again.