You kissed me then and I could taste
the love on your sweet lips
No place in the world
could ever measure up to this
...there never is an ocean
without that ocean’s sand
I want to be your anchor
I want to be your land
I will weave a world of words
and wrapped in in I’ll rest
I will write your ending
in the way that I see best
Don’t forget dear,
that I am a poet
I could slaughter you with words like razor blades
But I drank you in anyway
Until, I’m sure,
You could sense the lust that oozed from my pores
And then evaporated
In to the very air you breathed beside me.
You are a beautiful, sorrowful song
on the edge of my tongue
groaning to be heard
sighing to be sung
I stare at my reflection
in the shattered shards of us
I see my face, my tears
and I am broken
Shadowy dusk filtered in
through the one window above our heads
Casting shadows
and your silhouette
against the horrid purple walls
They will never love you
the way that you love them
He will never hurt for you
the way you hurt for him