Our love was marked by the kiss of death.
From the night we met,
it held us captive.

Ever so....
slowly,
you sunk your teeth into me.

Steadily,
surely,
you drained me
of my own life.

Devoid,
Decrepit
I became.

But the more the light drained from my eyes,
I knew it was giving life
to you.

Endlessly, I would have endured my own pain,
for you alone.

Yet you soon began to see me not as a host of life,
but rather a corpse that remained,
so you left me
to rot.

Six feet under
I will always remain,
until my last dying breath,
in hopes that you might one day join me,
in my Elysium.

You do not set my soul on fire.
You do not consume me as the sea.
You do not make my heart bleed with desire.
You are not a storm that sweeps me away.
You are no hurricane.


You are a steady burning coal that keeps me warm when the world is cold.
You are gentle waters that wash away my fears.
You are the tender breeze that fills my lungs with life.
You are the soft rains that quench my soul when life has left me dry.

You are not fire and fury;
You are everything I need.

I can’t decide
if I’m comforted by the fact
that every thought  
I’ve ever had
has probably been had
before

And I don’t know
which is worse
That we are, perhaps
incredibly,
undeniably
not special at all
Or that we incredibly,
undeniably
are

Falling,
Falling into the black.
I am encompassed by this darkeness.
It has dimmed the depths of my soul.
I have run,
and the further and further I go
I realize how I am achingly alone.
Fading away
Into the haze of bleakness.
Someone catch me!
I’m falling too fast.
I’m so afraid
That I’m not going to last.