He saw the best in me
          I gave my best to him
                    He got the best of me
                              I wasn’t ‘the best for him’

The world feels broken;
What mattered, now does not.
The people have spoken,
With anger their will fraught.
Many fight heartbroken;
With lies their future wrought.
Yes, the world is broken,
But then, when was it not.

I sleep alone,
in a cold bed as the winter nights settle
I attempt to be warm with my thoughts

I keep away the dark and try to stay under your light,
feel the burning sensation scattered against your volcanic skin. I cool you.

I’m frosty, bitterly cold to the touch, I sting you and you melt me

Warm you keep me in a long embrace, as my dead fingertips touch your face, scrape through your hair and tug at it when you kiss me. You’re intoxicated to the chill of my skin and the icy breeze of my breath,
                                   together we could reach into our dreams
                                                          ­             and rest in eternal sleep.

Sorrow beyond dreams
If I can’t clone gentle heart
Things will fall apart

Sweet passion in may,
If tomorrow never comes,
Should I die today?

A tear and a smile
Are taking their dark revenge
In heart’s secret storm.