A distant glance would lift my mood
To a hallucination of melted sunshine,
For everything I
Touch
See
Smell
Feel
Around him slowly disappears and
Painfully drips away
Like tears,
And when it ends
Like every time I know it will,
It bleeds like new,
Just like scratching over scar tissue,
Yet I fall into soothing flames
A little too easily
For his liking,
Again
Yes, again,
Even though that is what he really
Desires,
The respect is gone
That was first fighting
To be seen.

He has got me saying
Clichés and
Excuses,
But there is just one simple truth
I Miss him so,
And maybe I’m crazy
For carrying out these tedious
Mind games,
But I don’t mind
Just let him take me to that high
Just let him give me a taste,
Please,
To savour the sweet sensation of
Sugar
In my mouth,
But as it disintegrates into nothing
And as his hands
Try to lightly compress his
Feelings
Into ash as they speak the words
“The end”
I am
“Oblivious”
To the surrounding devastation.

Desperation
Is no option,
It is chosen for us by the Gods,
Eros
Do you see how he glitters?
Do you see how he glows?
Do you see how the words that
Flow
From his mouth are
Sacred?
Although they make me burn and
Break
Blister
Spoil
I’d sacrifice anything for a
Taste
Of emotion
Instead of living in a
Greyscale symphony,
Answer me this
If I ask the questions I need to ask,
Propose the choices we need to make,
Does that make desperation
Reign?

I guess he just simply,
Wasn’t ready.

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