But He is Gone Now

This was dedicated to my ex-boyfriend, who I am still maddeningly in love with. It's by far one of my favourite poems I have written, and it somewhat tells a little of our love together.

An angel. 

He comes to me in my sleep. 

No one can see him

Except for me.

In my dream,

He does not wear white.

But an array of colours

That make me smile.

He let me run my fingers through

His mane of straight, dirty blonde hair.

I would stare into his pale green eyes

And see the true heaven that lie in them.

Words that I would not believe

From the mouth of a passerby 

Poured from his tea-burnt tongue and

Stained my bandaged heart.

I have begun to need him.

To crave him.

To beg for his caress.

But he is gone.

He had done his task of healing me,

And then destroyed me more than I have ever know.

I believe now

He is mending the heart of a poor souled boy 

Across the ocean.

It's okay, though,

Because he was never mine to lose.

Author's Note

My grammar might not be the best as English isn't my first language.