I'm sleeping next to
an empty box of tissues
why isn't it you?

I almost forgot all about you
I really wish I did because
there's nothing you can bring back
that doesn't make me cringe
at the same time I know I'm feigning
for the feeling you once gave me
seemed so standard then,
so simple to call an enemy a friend
your verdigris blue eyes were a weapon
that I surrendered to all together
kept me mystified by those exquisite lies
each pretended endeavor
was just a matter of whether or not
you could get your next pleasure
never considering the tender hearts
or sunken souls you ripped apart

the lines on your face
have been guidelines 
I've been tracing
since the descent into your fortes
finding nothing but love
I drown in the essence of your foreplay
it is unlike any other
so hold me underneath your waters
in hopes that upon resurfacing
I will be better than before
.
.
air is not needed as much anymore

go further feeble murmur
muster up the courage
play the words like major chords
strum until you shiver
equally piercing is the lack of speech
what will I find inside your silence?
enticing all you have to hide
in the mirror of your nightmares
the face reflected will be rejected
for it will only ever distort the message

somehow someway
it's warmer in the shade 
never easier in the day
and clearer when you fade
see I've been glued to faces
stuck on what's been force fed
fear is the guide here
for any fate that's based on anticipation
how do I wipe the slate?

rooted in fear
yet growing with ease
feeding on the unyielding tension
blossoming into a lack of appeasement
but please
forgive who you condemn
those who you try to but cannot console
for their garden only sows self loathing
and nourishes envy alone