I not we,
you not me.
An end, a new beginning,
my mind is spinning.
An unwanted finish,
our love diminished.

Love ***** hard,
Mental health ***** harder,
the two together **** hardest.

it hasn't even been 24 hours since we last spoke
but already i am dreaming of your skin;
your hair and what it would feel like to touch it
your face keeps me awake and i suddenly fear:
i have become attached
like i promised i wouldn't be

My veins have cracked like fine china
on a cold stone floor
now, I write this, to whom I adore

I swim in a cesspool of love, alone
and these lovely, lovely waters do chill my milky bones
my bones all ripped are gently sewn
by the one I adore

There is a resting place, in the forest of dreams
whereby dreams are only choked by the rivers reeds
and after sewing bones, he is sewing seeds
the hands of he whom I adore

There is a pearlescent white sky, yet I lay on the floor
stabbed by the pins of the one I adore
my body will rot into the flowers that once grew
and they will bloom, and say
''I love no one
no one like you.''