we used to be best friends until we fell in love with each other.

touch me.
tap me.
feel me.
let me know your presence is existent.

hug me.
kiss me.
hold me.
let me know your availability is existent.

taste me.
crave me.
want me.
let me know your desire for me is existent.

tell me what it will be like in five years
      will your promises be fulfilled like said
       or will i be a mere memory in your brain

tell me what it will be like in ten years
      will i ever receive contact from you  
      or will you be married with children

tell me what it will be like in the future
      will we be together as we said once before
      or will i wait an eternity just for your presence

how treacherous would it be
for me to give up my virginity
to a beautiful destroyer like you

my sweet, innocent love and heart
cannot be given away so purely
to be ripped apart in the hands of the devil

yet i love dancing with the devil
his mere intentions are evil
but i love him evermore

i cry.
i weep.
i shed tears.
endless flows of water that produce my heartbroken reflection.

i exist.
not live.
i belong to this world full of sweet melancholy opportunities.

i hurt.
i ache.
i struggle.
i bleed saltless tears in hopes i will save myself one day.

how can i try to say hello and start a new life with new beginnings and opportunities when saying goodbye to you is the most difficult word to speak off the tongue of my yearning mouth for your sweet lips?

he promised me a future. of him and i “one day.” yet explain to me the estimate, of exactly the meaning of “one day.” shall we cross paths simply in the next twenty four hours of breath? or shall we wait a week’s worth to a month? or simply is “one day” an excuse for never, to make my heart throbbing pain ease slowly away? if “one day” does not exist in our lifetime, please explain why.