Romance Is Dead
Every time I look at you
I die
Every time I see your smile
My heart withers to dust
Every time I meet your gaze
My soul silently implodes
You are my destruction
My weakness and my holy grail
You are the reason I breathe
Forcing each tired breath
Through my weary burnt-out lungs
You are the heart that pumps my blood
The knife that shreds my veins
You are the cancer in my cells
The essence of my remains
The only beauty left in this ashen world
You are my life
And you don’t even care that I breathe
You are the hook that snagged my heart
The reef my ship wrecked upon
You captured me and forgot what freedom meant
You neglected to let me go
And now I drift in a silent world
Black as the grave and colder still
Devoid of your touch I shrivel up
Bereft of your voice all music rings harsh
discordant
In my poor, grieving ears
And without your touch my skin hardens
chills to marble-white indifference
The blood barely inches through my veins
And the night babbles with an unnamed fear…
That never again will I hold you
Never again will I press my lips against yours
Never again will my life be worthy of another breath
Another kiss
Another moonlit night of euphoric love
No…
No more.
For romance is dead
And so am I.
Copyright © Amy Van De Casteele | Year Posted 2009
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