Taking my breath away

is something done every single day.

Here my pain silently quivers within the thin walls of my mind.

A fraction of my heart beats the dull cloth, its calling is hushed.

Monologues are the only words that are constantly conversed.

Battering through the windows, her winds only seemed rushed.

 

Waves aren't the only things that drown the pale, lonely shore.

Our nature transcends as we charge each other with swords.

One's blood leaks onto my blank pages of my story's book.

Her eyes do all but  bore.

Please do not shut the door,

You will only anger her more.

The cold blue gems often twinkle before you die.

Her water can not shed, for she does not care to look.

Needless to say, she will tell you bye.

Glistening sliver strings flow underneath the kitchen's sink.

Blotching pink and blues are all her simple hues.

My hands are not splattered with ink

But with darker shades of  pink.

Like the swinging bird perched on the branch

that evergreen tree could instantly snap.

 

Together we created a latch.

Each day we seemed to get near

Through songs, laughs and evening naps.

The gallows are empty, they are said to be clear

Not one of us would ever lay a single scratch,

However, I shall not heed to be

The only thing you want from me.

Sadly, most of these things dare to please

An evil mind that is just so mean.

For the ticks to tock as the tides sail through,

Her only desire is to be with you.