I was here, were you?
You left me here on the floor
What now do I do?

hell is a place where
you constantly love those that
do not love you back.

Lets go back
Back to where we started
To where I first saw you

You were fire and embers and smoke
Your lips tasted sweet; like candy
Your body moved to the music
Hips swinging, arms swaying

You were love
Setting me alight
Staring into my eyes
Your fingers brushed mine
Static run through me

Let go back
Before what you did
Before him
Before him

You were acid and burns and cuts from a knife
He tasted you lips; inhaling deep
Your body moved like a serpent
Hypnotising and wicked

You were gone
Putting out our flames
Soaked to the bone
Lost - on the floor
Your arms circled him
Knives stabbing at my gut

Lets go back
To before we began
So I can pretend we never met
That your touch didn't set me on fire
That I never fell in love
with your smile, your laugh

Your eyes sweep across the room
Venom on your lips, ready to strike
You catch my eyes, your mouth upturned

I remember last week when you kiss me like that
Then you left; scared and not ready to love me
You chose him, to tortue me
Your mouth dragging him to you
Knowing I couldn't take away my eyes
Knowing I would break

Knowing I loved you

Dark
Bruised eyes
Lying, damaged hearts
Screams from violent arguements
Take me from this hell
Away from here
Right now
Please
---
Warm
Pink cheeks
Wide happy smiles
Embraces, comforting and soft
I want to stay here
I don't want
to leave
you
--
Calm
Blank eyes
I am lost forever
I don't know where to go
Should I stay here
Should i go
I am lost
and I'm
gone
-

~

who came first
the art or the artist?

i find myself
humming to your favorite songs
and wondering if i love
the music or the person behind it.

i was never big on bollywood movies
until you asked me to watch one with you
is it the plot and the dances that i enjoy watching
or is the memories of having watched it with you?

everytime i choose an outfit to buy
i think back to the colors you liked to see me in
i end up wearing shades of white and lining my eyes with black
perhaps to look beautiful, perhaps to look beautiful for the ghost of you.

my taste in art has changed vastly
i am in love with the culture, color and music
of the east and it makes me wonder
whether it is the brown skin of the people
or the brown skin of you
that has left its impression on me.

who came first
the art or the artist?

who came first
the love or the beloved?

who came first
me or you?

~