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.
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 loves
I barely survive, thinking of her.
Me the skeleton in her closet ,her deep dark secret and she
Always my distant fantasy.