To the distant speck of life I see , the one who I thought was made for me.
I the skeleton in her closet, her deep dark secret she knows ,but connects not to.
Me the rejected, depraved, unfulfilling unfulfilled,ex lover, hater, stealer.
If only To steal but just a few moments more.
To keep forever frozen with me.
Just a protection from the nuclear unheaval she bestows on me.
My insides feel torn and pulled apart.
My life a distant dream.
Am I alive without her ?
This is not true, is it? she survives without me.
The very air I breathe turn putrid with hate and contempt.
Dare I utter the very aching and need I feel.
My soul a shambles.
Shattered for everyone to see and mock me.
I am the subject of her ridule.
Her target.
No love spews from her heart mind or mouth for me anymore.
An intence hatered.
Mocking words I long to hear.
Just one more meaningless fight for me to cling on to.
Just one more I plead to the heavens.
But no more do I hear her voice, feel her tone caress my body.
Mockingly as it were.
Instead I see her .
Happy, without me.
She thrives blooms suceeds without me.
My meaningless presence contained her greatness.
I blocked her sunlight, refused her a breath
I was her lead box, her capture.
Without me she lives and lovesI barely survive, thinking of her.
Me the skeleton in her closet ,her deep dark secret and she
Always my distant fantasy.