Flesh and Bones

I've hit my head 'til it's red and sore,

Trying to think some harder and more.

Yet, I can't for the life of me find,

Some closure to mend my racing mind.

Is it cliché to rhyme my feelings?

Oh certainly, but hey! If it's healing,

Then I suppose no rhyme is harmful,

As long as it's sincere and thoughtful.

The fact is, you are just flesh and bones.

How could a human become my home?

How could a fleshy gollum creature,

Capture every heavenly feature?

And my god, I even hate your music,

Yet somehow you call that noise therapeutic.

I'd rather be deaf than have to endure it,

But darling, for you I'd bow down to it.

You hate reading and I love writing,

The differences in us are truly striking.

Then how come that two clearly clashing hearts,

Got so intertwined, we couldn't tell them apart?

You're just a human, yet you're so much more.

How many times that I showed you the door,

Stubbornly, it refused to close every time,

Stubbornly, together we were a perfect rhyme.

Now it's all ripped and madly torn to shreds,

Only a rotting root from the love that's now dead,

Damn it, you're just stupid flesh and bones,

How is it that I could madly love you so?

How could you steal away a part of me?

The gaping hole opened and left to bleed,

Our raging passion crumbled into dust,

Recklessly left to rot and left to rust.