“Like all great stories it started with a kiss and ended with a long and slow goodbye that went silent – in the end.”

Lets walk along side the rain and try not to look for shelter this time.

What if we are all here to complement one another. – Kind.

Wishing, if only she’d care – less.

She pushes buttons to her own securities. – a fair tale.

Come nightfall, wrap your arms around the tenderness – of her skin.

To be honest it became quite dark and cold – without her.

Somehow she never got used to not having any – reservations.

I feel you are still with me, walking beside me on every avenue.

To me it’s the sadness of ‘almost’ and it’s the sadness that’s almost present. – lantern.

These days everything has a dark mode. I feel – accepted.

The art of missing you, crafted to perfection. – artisan.

These days everything has a dark mode. I feel – accepted.

Is there still time? or will we remain past tense.

Lovers. They only come close as she lets them.

Carry these pages. Till one day they compliment the tale. – the chapter.

She knows that he knows where to find her.

Hard crash everything good has to end take your fucking Prozac.

I am slowly cutting you out of me, piece by aching piece.

Your ghost still haunts the empty halls of my soul.

It’s okay. Because in the end, I know why I did this.  For love, for love, and only for love.

Even my tears fall for you.

Like a busy fairy smiling in its own melancholy on unending Friday nights, the loving wings of my realistic fantasies, spread themselves as wide as the sea.

Hurricanes and airplanes, we fly higher than the end of time.

The state of nothingness ends, but the longing for it never does!