All I can find within are
soft shades of blue,
dark shades of purple,
and unspoken words meant for
you.
All I can find without are
***-soaked nights,
promises laced in vanity
and unevolved fights meant for
you
but taken by me.

It burned, yes,
in the beginning. But now
the fire is only a means to
my end,
my final descent,
my final and only reprieve.

So I cast forth from these shores
in search.
These forsaken beaches which
weave sand into all of the cracks
of myself,
these crashing crests of water
which wear upon and split open
the sand-ridden chasms
of myself.

In search of lands
once known, twice lost,
and never found.

I beat and float along
in waters aride my haphazard craft.
Soothingly, up and down, as I am anyway,
for all evers,
in search.

While I look within
and tend to find that
with you I am without,
and without you, I am without
myself,
and without myself I am
complete.