i would tell you about the way i lose myself when you come to close,
and sear your image into my heart
with every appearance.
the most beautiful of all scars.

i would tell you that speaking your name feels like breathing fire,
a pain i can't bring myself to feel,
so skirt the scorch
and let my feelings sway

but above all i'd ask you
why?
because if there's anything i know,
it's that my love didn't show

choke on hope,
no love to stoke

somethings can't help but be looked backed at,
reminisced upon, though forgotten, a different kind of broken

like when i threw my jewel into the sea,
knowing it never loved me

and everyday the tide brought him back,
like some god-sent, torrent of a smack.
leaving me a bruise beyond pain,
amour's unforgiving, incessant strain.

sometimes i feel as if the words are going to shy out of my throat,
but i only find myself swallowing hope

i knew that when fire
  would come down as liquid rain,
     it would be the day god choked me into loving you.

now it's too bad my Lord left you in the storm's all seeing eye,
     and me to be carried away by tempestuous winds of lies

i can't help but to love you like the sun loves the moon.
upon first sight, i reflected your light, and made it
pearlescent, sporadic, and needing,
when all i wanted to do was scintillate and love as bright as you.

then i remember your rays not only touch me, but earth's and all its inhabitants.
perhaps a reflection of you is all i'll ever be.

but the reality is,
we are parallel ,
and i need to know that you like me
as much as i like you

i stood before the water,
and watched the dance of an elegant snake charmer.

his serpent moved like liquid emeralds.
he glared a ruby stare that made life ephemeral.

he craned his neck and hissed incantations into my ear,
oh how my heart could feel evil near

because now i take the lonely stride,
and know the devil thinks of me alone this time

maybe it was my induced state of certain strife,
that made me believe we'd love each other in another life

a sure thought that ended with a knife
by my own hand,

oh how i hold darkness within the light

how quick i was,
to bite into the forbidden fruit

o temptress, i will always believe you weren't a ruse

because now he's coming out of the shadows,
and like some false prophet your preachings no longer lead me to shore

so now i am looking for a needle in a rather larger pile of needles, aching for more

the forbidden knowledge i've taken, it's not like you've been mistaken

but now i can't find the key to the door