In retrospect

Wash away the remnants of solemn sorrow and paint me over with divine hope.

I am a shattered soul swimming amidst the ocean of perilous hue.

To whomever it may concern, I ask to partake in adventures a new.

In tumescence; the pressure may surely destroy my mind, if time I cannot find to unwind and design an outlook less entwined with the contempt of mankind.

Where the light shines, I confide in the stars to bring substance to my deprecations and provide elation in times of damnation as my soul lies there unshaken.

Becoming Impervious to the devastation of a relation stricken with a spiteful representation; when the clashing of styles was enough for our hearts surrender.

As we twined our souls together, mixing and matching our deficiencies attempting to create a fabric irresistibly kinetic and fire repellent we besieged ourselves with a heaviness that stunted the growth our hearts connection, the stimulation incited by the sensations felt below gravel; The fire stoked to a level that melted the concrete and nearly drown the art of playful laughter, held under boulders of sadness preventing relation with your hand, though I tried so desperately to grasp it. The emotions felt like cancer but I smoked them with sweet compassion, inhaled deep with satisfaction your minds limitless cache of ideas about life and reading to me the captions; the dialogue you held inside your conscience I played like movies, held you in a repute you could not imagine, painted the canvas of my heart in colors of your madness. Your eyes peered sharp like an assassin and took aim to move beyond the past into the depths of loves inferno with one last chance for us to master, making our way across the bridge watching it crumble away beneath disaster, the foundations filled with holes and cracks that tore away like a painful addiction, having withdrawals that crippled my creative devices and severed the flesh of our union reaching for our skeletal axis, ripping apart our beliefs of happiness limb from limb, cutting collisions of mal nutrition, condemned our love to be ravaged and mangled in a way we could not salvage.