Waxing and waning like the phases of the moon
are my emotions for you
Back and forth like the ocean on the warm sand
Crazy is how you drive me
but the cycle goes on
Gravitational pull on my heart
refuses to relieve me

Hostile nights and anguished days
Bottled up and thrown to the sea
Minor to cease the major
Poor little tortured soul
whatever will you do?
Now that no one loves you.

Waste away with want
caramel-ed  skin and chestnut eyes
Tortured through thoughts
rough hand and judging glances
Need and want
no distinguishes
Rigid and brisk
No longer the same.
No longer mine.