Aborted Replicated Missions

I can’t even keep a relationship because to be young and in love forever with someone who is dead can never surely work in a marriage or even a family.

Although flowers may grow from your body to the surface of your grave to plant a garden of the most beautiful looking flowers from your body, you are never dead for you are eternally alive….

In my heart.

I look for you in a terrible song through another terrible legacy that I intended to carry. It’s just terrible because I just couldn’t carry yours.

When the water is tainted I’d still find myself drowning in you…. You may not know what this means but in another life you will stay purer, more innocent and truer than the one I am betrothed to. I will always be thinking of what could’ve been.

I cling to your love because I’m terrified of the eclipse that hovers over this one. You can bet I was always terrified of love but Krissy, I loved you before I even got to tell you. But it was too late. Krissy, if you can hear me you’d be the one to save me.

Truth is I loved you way back before I even knew what the damn love was.

Darling, you’ve loved a poet. But now your tragedy just sickly lays in my art.

My ideas are simply replicas of the replies I’ve failed to send to you. Just simply replicas of tainted art. A replica of all the things I’ve failed to say.

This is terrible because I didn’t want him and he sure didn’t want me.

Every time I try to tell you how great we could’ve been; O how the silence grows stronger.

So strong that I couldn’t even wrench my own gut to tell you that I love you.

My heart, you’ve hurt me in the worst way possible and kind of damned my soul to a man who doesn’t need me.

A man who didn’t love me but only wanted my body.

Believe me when I say you left me alone.