my love

His brown eyes and hair

dark skin like milk chocolate melting, 

He felt like my everything. 

Felt like the moon light on my skin 

The first bite of an apple and the peel of orange skin.

He went far away from me during the day to make pay

but crawled back like a bug when the sun went away.

I was the dandelion and he was pappus 

I made the wish and blew 

He went around and made my dreams come true.

He swam in my seas and ran in my woods,

I threw rocks and made mountains to keep him blocked,

I used my demons as my biggest weapons to keep him out of my depression. 

I crumbled and I fell 

Bed bounded in despair. 

He won in this tug-a-game of love. 

He won and now he has to let me go.

He was my love and I was his. 

He called me his sunflower,

standing tall,

even though I was only four foot eleven.

He sat by my bedside just like before,

when we sat at our schools park,

With apples and melted milk chocolate.

A tear down his cheek 

I move my finger to wipe it 

The last of my touche to grace him

Because like everything 

I started to become rotten.