The last reflection that I saw clearly Came from the face you made Right before walking away. It wasn’t one of disgust Or even of disdain. It was as if you were exhausted. Like you had given your all For far too long. I guess you were right To walk away when you did. No one can blame you for it And especially not I. You should have left sooner Before you decided To take my heart with you.
Love said, “Wake still and think of me,” Sleep, “Close your eyes till break of day,” But Dreams came by and smilingly Gave both to Love and Sleep their way.
Romantically speaking, I am not very romantic at all.
My spine curves and sprouts forth a humerus that holds to a radius and an ulna with metacarpal bones dangling downward reaching for something to anchor themselves to.
I am not very romantic at all, it's just that my bones have flourished curling around you.
It isn't dust to dust But rather dusk to dusk As the full moon rises And calls upon her blood lust Her pupils grow wild and wide As her chest grows tight This instinct is animal A predisposition of flight changes to fight With hackles drawn and teeth bared The she-wolf rises Not a soul will be spared
I hope these words have found you well Better at least Than when there was a dream of we I'd hate to find That your state is that of mine Haunted endlessly By an imagined existence of you and I