My old darling, she sighed,
as she relinquished my affections
roses and keepsakes,
delicacies and carnal delights.

Your pining weighs heavy,
she whispered in fatigue,
I cannot bear your sorrows
as I kiss you goodbye.

Holding my slack-jawed chin, she smiles,
this will be the last time,
for there is a world to see
that's bigger than you...

Her kisses needle
like the deathly caress of winter.
Her lustful embrace
like the coils of a python.
Even inside she is jagged and unforgiving
as is a cave sought out in desperation
discovered to be the abode of a black bear.

Yet I need her.

I cannot let her go.
I insist, take from me my skin,
my soul.
Whatever you need to stay warm.
Whatever will cover your hollow form.
If I should shiver, it is in my fear of your abandon.
If I should cry, it is the milk upon which you shall suckle.
If I should die, it is only that you may feast.
But please,
let it not be the last time...

Is it mortal anger that you desire?
Do you crave wrath in its divine fervor?!

Is it a devil may care grin you favor?
Do you lust for my cold shoulder, akin to tundras and the endless expanse of space?

It'll be fine, she says,
there are plenty more fish in the sea.
Fish for you.
Fish for me.

The last time!
I bellow,
any moment could be our last!
Any breath can become a rasping choke for life!
Any midnight stroll could turn you into roadkill!
Any night of the soul could be your last grip upon sanity!

Any romance can become a suicide.

Any last time could be your last time alive.

You say it's the last time?
Then our love is surely dead,
and I am that ghost wandering in those halls,
looking for you,
calling out in vain,
for you have moved on to the after life.
After us.

Last time?
I guess there's a first time for everything,
even the end.

Why do we find ourselves to be failures if we don’t want to be what our parents expect?
Even though it’s beyond your standards of successful.
You are not a failure if you don’t reach someone else’s standards.
Even then, you are not a failure if you weren’t able to succeed in your own.
Because no matter how rich, how happy, how successful, or even how famous you may become;
There’ll always be people whispering in your ear, bringing down your confidence and telling you there’s more you could do to improve yourself.
No…
You don’t need anyone’s limits to define your own.
As long as what you do or what you’re aspiring to become or what you’re passionate about makes you happy and is good enough for you.
There is no need for improvement.
And no matter what, you are not a failure.
No matter what anyone else says.
You are good enough.
-j.p.

Hah!
So what you got in the end?
Freaking Failures inside,
Always falling your beside,
Leading you to dead end?

All lighting fades?
Be the demon's grave!
All dark and brave,
Those shades of greys.