locking hands and picking fights with each other's heart
that's when you see that the love is alight

when the arguments turn into awkward silences
then you realize the love's about to die

there's no more picking little fights & your fingers through my hair
a lack of smiles, an increase of tears across my cheek

you know it's about to die, when the passion fades
there's no spark to keep us in sync
the smile you get when you hear my name
it's now replaced with endless doubt

the smile I got when I loved you
it faded away when you started loving
and putting your love into someone's else heart.

that** book you never read the ending of,
or even if the last page was read,
it was a cliff-hanger of myth.

that desire to call, but you were too afraid,
despite the constant need to redeem yourself,
it was almost too tense for your heart.

that kiss you never attempted to place on lips,
those lips now haunt you for eternal life,
it was & still is a bold mistake.

that ''I love you'' you never could speak of,
out of fear of rejection & bitter truths,
it was your greatest mistake of all.

champagne tears fall in my glass for you,
I can hear myself running out of breath momentarily,
seeking peace in the false clarity that clouds my head,
the ghost of you; it remains in my broken mind.

poured myself a drink of dead love,
it took one shot of bad love to make me write,
put the romance to bed,
funeral for the lust,
not even death will make me stop,
I'm a mess for your heart.

drunken words, honest thoughts,
you're the subject no matter which.

masochistic, fragile-cryptic-
messages of deep thought,
love feels like a sinful need,
when you're so far from my heart.

wilted petals on,
your bookcase,
perfume fills the-
room like the echo,
melodies play as you enter,
almost out of breath,
loved to death.