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.