There is no blood in my body

You run through these veins now

And when you're gone

I'm drained completely

It's been days

Since I past spoke to you

And maybe that's the reason

Why I haven't written in so long

Because if it's not you

Then what is my muse

You're all the love, hate,

Peace and joy I know

I was told about days where
I wouldn't feel love
And that in fact I wouldn't feel anything
And that not even the overwhelming
Thought of life would bulge
Any feeling into my body
Does it make sense to say that
Nothing is a feeling?
I feel nothing.

She loved the soft touch
On her shriveled skin
My wilted Daisy
The moisture of my lips
Were enough
To make her feel
Replete with satisfaction
And I think she is perfect
Because by looking at her
Her soul gets a regenerating feeling
And the cracks in her skin
Cease to exist any longer