You are like the happiness and energy I get from drugs, only you're not one and unfortunately you aren't at my convenience.

You are as beautiful as every sunset I've seen in my entire life combined, as amazing as all of them. But unfortunately you're not a sunset, and I don't get to see you every night.

You are as calming as every light rainstorm and slow moving stream that I wish would never end and I don't want to leave.

Winter was our prime,
Now summers not our time,
How much it hurts to know,
That your heart was never mine.

Today I threw away the third letter I wrote to you.
I always write them under the moonlight,
under the impression that
it might somehow make every word sacred,
every sentence holy.
I write them with shaky hands and teary eyes.
I write them for me,
I write them for you.
But when morning comes,
I taste regret on my tongue
and each letter feels poisonous.
So I rip them apart
with the same fierceness I tore myself away from you.
Closure?
I don't know how to get it
when I'm not the only one that had been hurting.
I still hang on to the unfinished.
I only wish to let go.

Tell me you love me
With unending measure
My heart will bleed gold
Like a chest full of treasure

Beating and breathing
My thorax expands
With pumps of gold blood
From this heart to your hands

You make my heart whole
Once you draw near
So tell me you love me
For I need to hear.