I miss you baby. She hates me and it hurts. I hope this helps if you have feelings like this.
on a different plane of miracles she waits for me
the love I’ve ruined by trying too hard
she is an angel and i am in love with her
my love is a dangerous flame close to heaven
she is more than hating me. to her I am only a burden
but if my love is so pure, how can this be so?
The answer never comes even though I lie awake speaking to God every night.
I cried yesterday rolling through memories of a perfect romance
ours that ended in her silence and my fear of the world, myself. pain so hard, you know?
if I had only made a different choice. something better to make her
as happy as she should be. I somehow clipped her wings while trying to
make love to an angel. Never make this same mistake.
Her face is a dark relic of enlightened times, like a treasure left only for me.
her kiss pushed happy into my veins. I was clean and smooth like a baby
and like i baby i ruined moments by making a stink
i don’t care if you hate that analogy, it works for me
My enemy is loneliness that is a parasite inside of me making juice of my heart
I can only kill it by killing the host.
I can’t live without her, such a boring old blah
how many times have we heard this befah
On a different plane she smiles when my face is clear in her mind
somewhere else she loves me again and we’re married and fine
but this is my burden. my life without love and with only the
memory of how I’ve killed it
and replaced it with Lonely
such a muddy, putrid friend.