The Perfect Woman

In the middle of a storm, I sore her. How could you not. How could anyone miss her. Like a bleeding rose on a window sill, like the voice of virgin mary, she calls to you, with bitter sweetness that no other could posses. How could they, shes mine. Long sweeping hair, that coils around her perfect body, will make your knees shake, will make you cry.

You wish, tears of joy will never fall. The heavens cry, a pure creation of god. Inner beauty expressed also on the out side.No rare dessert flower could express her sexiness. Eyes of a tiger, a reflecting mirror into her soul. Dark, yet enlightning. Her lips are pure poision of a goddess, make you come back for more. Shining in the moonlight. Standing at the peir, looking at you with demise. You want to kill yourself, because she isnt yours.

Her elegant long kneck, you wish you were a vampire, just so you could suck on it and taste her blood. It would be pure and sweeter than any honey or sugar. But then, you changed. Your hand slipped from mine. Lost in a sand storm. I searched for your lost feelings for me, but they were no where to be found. Forever missing.

To wait a day is a thousand years. A tear is shed everynight. Memories sting my eyes like crushed glass, and your voice is like nails scrapping on a chalk board. You were once as refreshing as a cold glass of milk on a hot summers day, and now it tastes as if its past its expirary date.

The key hole to my heart will forever be empty, because the key is burried in the sands of time. Even though people say their are plenty of fish in the sea, how many will love you as much as I do.

I try to sweep up the shattered peices of whats left of my heart, but you will always be that one missing peice of the puzzle. I can no longer fly. I can no longer breathe. Toxins fill my lungs as I drown in self pity. Why cant you see me bleed. I hold my breath, feeling blood vessels pop all over me. Something itches beneath the surface. Should I scratch it?

My life is no longer an innocent lullaby, your thoughtless actions have drove me to my grave. Yet I still walk amoung the living. My heart still beats. But I'm dead inside.

To angry to hit, to sad to cry, to pitiful to bleed. Touching you makes me feel alive, touching you makes me die inside. What do you recomend doctor? Pills? Drugs? An ocean of jesus juice, a beach made of cocain?

The earth no longers moves. Time has stood still ever since I saw you last. The moon shine's pale. My insides cower, my blood bleeds blue. Their is no longer oxygen in this world. You stripped it from me.

Shadows dance on my walls, and rose petals fall around my numbing body. My eyes fade, my lips become cracked, my skin melts off. Cause I havent witnessed you touch in so long. Slide shows of memories spread across my bedroom floor. Photos, gifts, letters....there nothing anymore, not to you. Was this all a test? A rat in a maze?

My head drowns in its own self concienceness. The hunger makes me a monster. It tares me apart, stalking for the blood of man. Whispers of my existence question peoples mind. Why do I even bother? A waste of space, a waste of air. I did it all for her, the very touch of her artistic hands. Thin, strong, mesmorising. Stroking my skin, curling my hair, how I miss it so.

Nothing seems exciting anymore. Nothing erotic enough to satisfy my thirst. Except her mortal elegance. Longing for her love. Her lust. The way we used to be. Trusting in your word, your guidance. Dress up in your best baby, so I can marvel at your beauty. Never believed I would be doing this for you.

Even though I said I would do anything for you, I cant do this, cant leave you alone. I cant believe I'd do this for you, so gently. Your leading me on, into the dark wilderness, I follow your haunting voice, but you never there. Racing around in circles, to still find nothing. Anything, god give me a sign of hope. Does she care? Tell me her eyes drown in tears. Tell me shes sorry of the pain shes caused me. Tell me that she prays ever night for my touch, for my lips. Please.....

Shot gun to my head, no bullets. When will you come back and hold me like you used to. When you really used to care. An exsisting truman show. I dance in the rain and try to forget, but how can I. Youre always there tormenting me. Flirting with someone else, always in my sight. Surrounding yourself with nobodys. Ignoring me to the extent, if I bleed myself dry, you would have your back turned. Hours pass, or what seems like years.

No call. No messages. No texts. No emails. No letters. No hello. No goodbye.

Nothing....thats what I've become. All because you couldnt say three simple words.