Wasted away

You used to love me.

You used to kiss my lips with so much passion…at times I thought that you would take my soul with you...whenever you returned back to your place.

If I could cry a reversed river I would.

To have you back in my life…in my heart, maybe…just maybe the darkness would disappear.

Because my heart is weeping…

When it rains…it pours.

And although my words may seem simple…my thoughts….feelings…my pain is so much more complex.

With no one to dry my tears.

They cloth me…nurture me, while they darken my skin…and my eyes…what…am…I…becoming?

My voice crackles with each call of your name.

Friends distance themselves because pain like this may possibly be as close to death as they have ever seen.

A mirror image of what once was now starves my body of you tinder love…and so my bones ache and crack as I try to reposition myself.

Broken dreams…failed goals…what was I thinking when I choose to fall in love?

If I could return to the person that I once was…if I was told that I would die from a broken heart…would I have still taken this road?

This is something that I will….never….know.