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What's become of you?
I am breaking down inside, because of myself allowing it.
Tears fall because of my overwhelming love for you.
Why can't we just love each other in the way we really do?
The wanting to hold you, touch you, kiss you,
has been slowly killing me from inside my heart.
All types of torture from all sides.
It's been damn long enough that I've crushed it inside.
I want to go down as your lover, your best friend.
Don't blame me or yourself,
it's out of our control.
I feel like a drop of rain falling alone,
without your closeness.
Those euphoric days will always flicker and replay
in my head,
temporarily filling the holes that have ripped open again.
A euphoria that radiated from your eyes, your smile,
your touch,
your smell,
your contagious laughter;
as we lived and laughed,
in the dappled falling sun under the mossy trees,
that one wonderful summer.
But now I am wandering alone in that forest,
it seems much darker and damper without you.
The leaves now are dying and crumpling on the ground,
like my spirit and body.
The flowers that we put behind our ears,
now are brown and rotten with stench.
I tell myself that it would be perfect fate,
if we ended up in each others arms,
our bare skin finally touching the way it should've for years,
your breath on my cheek,
heartbeat slowing to meet mine as you fall asleep,
closing those mahogany eyes, to the summer night sky.