Deliberate drops of dwindling black streams
seep between barriers into my dreams,
and maliciously mocks my frightened soul.
My mind, it happens to hollow beyond my control.
The chill-biting breath forms patterns of lace,
intertwining my mind with deceptive grace.
How beautifully this new terror becomes me!
This wave of sadness and I seem to agree.
Obsidian frost covered sinister thought,
with insidious ice of intricate wrought.
My thoughts are repressed by shadows that so silently swarm,
while crystals of darkness begin to form.
And so, while I laugh at my darkened state,
and dip into treacherous valleys of woe,
I carve a downward smile yet almost too late;
into that bright face from long, long ago.

The rain's been relentless
I've been soaked for two days
the wind blowing sideways
Unavoidable fray

Cold to bone, I run bathwater too hot to handle
Want to sweat it all out, and to run myself pure
Pale steam 'round me rising, obscuring the candles
and thoughts of you run though my head, like a lure.

My clothes lie bedraggled, cast here on the floor
kindling flashbacks of searching for mine in your room
fully dressed again, kindly you'd showed me the door
and I left, leaving heartstrings caught up in your loom.

So here I am, aching
so here I am, tired
so here I am, glad for the perfume you left

So here I am, hopeless
I'm mystified, following
bright flashing memories, indeliberate gifts.

How can it be, chest cavity filling with sorrow
What small sweetened curse did you drip in my heart?
Chemicals mine, and chemicals foreign
weave conundrums of pain as your next work of art.

I loathe to think you've one resentment against me
Did I clarify all clamoured in heart and head?
moth to flame, I remember you hate them,
don't hate me
but also, remember- they all end up dead.

You'll never know, just what a blessing our time was
Precious stone, as you know are important to me
I am that Roman candle, actinic in pearls
my fog soon in passing, and I will be free.

So please, don't let too much dust cover our glow
Synchronicitous, meant to be, beautiful, rare
Something splendid as that, should be held in the heart
Hands of time have a tendency- obscure and tear.

so here I am, peaceful
so here I am, salient
the memories of your arms around me, your chest

so here I'm imagining your face before me
how perfect our moments
Thankyou, lover;
I'm blessed.

A match with the slightest, indeliberate provoktion,
wraths a sudden conflagration.

The depth of words, found in hate and bitterness,
disgustingly project with hope of hurt.

Revenge is worst when once kind gestures turned to grudges
are clinged, to be backfired.

Enough has been enough.
I'm not sorry anymore
For you being insecure
Show boating your nickles and dimes
Pursuiting happiness through lines
Hit your head while upside down
When you come crashing from that cloud
What is it you have left?
Nobody left at your side
Certainly not pride