His poetry makes me numb, gasping for breath, tears streaming and heart bleeding on the floor...

I've never felt
So much pain
For one person
A person who is so on fire for life, So passionate
Yet with sorrow laced between
He is enigmatic
He is a mystery to me
So complex
A trail winding and twisting
And
Changing
Always altering his mood
The way he feels about you
However, I find this enigmatic boy quite the romantic
A solid soul searching for love
Searching for someone out there
On this meandering pathway
Although he searches for his rose
He finds thorns in his travels
And he loves them
Even though they weaken his strength to carry on walking
To search for her
He wanders, you see
He glances from side to side
Searching for answers
So passionate in finding them
So inspired
Yet so cruel
So cruel
To those who seek his heart
And want to mend it
So vile and wicked
Yet, so loving...
He wanders down the narrow path
Searching
Walking past his rose
Hurting her
And discarding her
To the hounds
And he finds those meandering pathways
Filled with thorns
That pluck away his innocence
Leaving him bleeding
Bleeding steps
He walks on
And leaves the blood rose
Behind.

You see, his poetry makes me weep
His poetry makes my heart bleed
As he leaves me on the floor
Defiled
And mortified
By his pain
That numbs my soul.