My love for her was so genius,
So autistic.
Unhinged, unparalleled.
Unraveling, writhing, flexing ropes
Of agony.
It squeezed the life out of me,
And yet yearned to caress her ever so softly.
It aches for her crisp lips,
while it thrashes me around blaming for that pain.
It howls for her soft chirp,
While it grinds my throat hoarse.
It churns for her half-smile,
Churning the peace out of my blood.

It watches her lovingly, slowly slipping away from us.
And beats my back blue. Bawls at me to stop her.
It wishes her heart peace and her soul strength, as she finds comfort in different arms.
While it grates my heart against a bed of nails & ***** my soul dry.

How this feeling betrays her own master,
For a stranger who never tried.

A genius of it's own right.