They're intimately ****** symbols of love that are easy to display and leave a lasting emotional impact.

I am deserted. Trapped. Alone.
Forever to be shunned into the darkness as if I were the monster, yet I am only human.
Are they even human? Are they living?
They breathe, walk, and blood flows through their veins. But they don't live.
They survive.
Abandoned once more.
I no longer care.
I don't want to be among those creatures.
I'd rather live in silence.
In solitude.
In the deep. pitch black womb of the spiders den, is where I call home.
Stuck. Unable to move.
I like it here.
Don't I?

Although we speak rarely now.
Although we see each other maybe once a year
I still feel like I'm trapped. When I look into your eyes.
Those hellish, dark drown eyes.
His eyes, Dark against his tan skin, Wrap up so well with his smile.
That devilish smile.
And his dark locks wavy and thick,used to frame your slender face all too well.
That messy, gorgeous hair.
You look like Edward Scissor-hands.
Although, you aren't as fictional.
Well. Maybe you are.
I've lost you. in the haze of her smile, and the bits of ******* you inhale.

Once amidst the normal madness
Came an overwhelming sadness
Cloaked in everlasting grief
Hiding darkness from beneath
Didn't make a single sound
Gagged and choked his hands were bound
As he wallowed in unbearable pain
The life within his soul was slain
And he now wanders through the night
Eternal darkness; lost from light.

Keep your hands where I can see them-
Not at the small of my back where your fingertips could roll down my spine and ignite the open fuses in my heart.

Keep your words in your throat-
Swallow them down the same way I swallowed the lump in my throat when I realized I was a trophy on your shelf, a prize that collected dust.

Keep your heart within your ribcage-
Don't offer it out in slivers of affection, in segmented allocations of desire and lust. Keep your ******* heart contained if you can't even keep it whole.

Keep to yourself, it's all I really ask-
I used to ask the opposite of you, though I came to see that you had a padlock on your heart I couldn't figure the combination to.

Please keep far away from me; don't check in and don't text, don't call and don't bother because I can't answer calls from the past nor can I keep my heart to myself when you can't keep to yourself.

I feel like a ghost town
so empty
torn down doors and rancid smells
what could they be?

I feel like a ghost town
creaking hinges and naked trees
strange roads and strange noises
what could they be?

I feel like a ghost town
not a single open shop
no visitors
where could they be?

They all ask me if I want to die
How can a dead plant die again?,unless its torched in that case set my body alight.Watch it burn and fade as the smoke melds with the tortured clouds.As my remenants become bad omens to the once blue skies.
Listen to the sizzle of burning skin,as the tears you are forcing come out in inadequate drops.
But no,I am not dead.Not physically but oh how I corrode inside,waiting for the day when all can smell the decay.
I wait for arms to evelop me,if not yours then his or hers.Greedy eyes,I wait for them to drink me but how I am left to wait is a sin on its own.
I wait however,still waiting as my arm burns itself with its own sorrow,I wait and it seems like forever until maybe the moon will be full enough for me to see my reflection and call upon the other lost souls of the world.