He was in love in a time I was not,
he fell out slowly;
I fell in. Deeply and tragically.

I wanted to kiss you,
but in a different way.
I wished you had kissed me;
in that same way.

As I watch the blood pour,
I feel you leave my system
a little more.

Like the ocean; I am both mesmerised
and frightened by you.
more than anything; in the most beautiful
and tragic way.
You are alluring,
and wrench me,
like a ship
awaiting to
sink.
slowly
and deadly.

Missing you
comes in waves.
I feel mellow,
I feel a rush; hitting me like a tsunami.
Nothing is ever consistent with you;
and won't be it seems
(just like the sea.)

The pain rushes from the depth of my *****,
and into my bones;
the flutters that were once sweet in my guts,
are now belligerent ruptured tears
that unseeingly bleed.

But the taste does not leave,
the way that you did.

The thought of my lips against yours are like soft satin plumped cushions that slowly press against each other;
slowly seeping,
and elevating,
yearning for more.

The rich crimson blood that pours from your veins,
like garnet;
sweet tints of ruby and rose.