I used to love you

And I know I still do,

Though you've never asked if I did.

Instead I am punished

For not volunteering

The words that you sear in my skin. 

I constantly wonder, how it is, with this soothing I dark I find

That my screams turn into melodies, 

And the dead I speak to cry;

These haunting notes I've written, they show them why I'd die.

Love is cast away, waiting was a mistake;

For you've assumed that I've fatefully bloomed

Out of this portentously abrogate state.

So I sit on concrete, as hard as your judgment,

Thinking about my pace,

Seeking comfort in the night.

And when I pounce outside, stalking my inner peace,

I feel warm arms around me;

Then, I am not afraid.

I am not afraid of the cease.

Gazing upon my open fields,

Each one holding a different curious;

Please, take me away, I think, as tears find their way from my face.

But then my safety says goodmorning;

It disappears into the light.

For I've once again, missed the opportunity,

To fall in love with the night.

And oh, went you return again

A phantom glow of dust,

I'll venture into you;

My grief replaced by trust.