Let us love like the sparkBetween flint and stoneIn reckless abandonment,Promising no eternities,But promising only to seek outUpon each day’s sunriseSomething to choose to loveIn each other.

Love is deadAnd we are each to blameWhen we took lighters over wild flame.

Love gives the best of highsBut also the worst of hangovers.

You are my drug of choiceI know you’re no good for meAnd though I swear my lipsWill never touch you againHere we are, here we are.

Call me obsessed, color me consumedI’ve always been the type to noticeThe smell of a rose in bloom,But let me confess, this is newYou’ve stopped my heart, let it resumeAnd I, to finish, must tell it trueI’m high on your perfume.

I found a night’s sky full of starsIn your cinematic eyesAnd heard a symphonyIn your laughter.

There are seven billion faces smiling in as many waysBut if I don’t see yours, I consider it a wasted day.

You brought me to placesI’d have never thought to goTo a trail near the riverWhere the water runs slow;To a mountain where all we heardWas our voices’ echo;You showed me inward beautyThat doesn’t show in photos.

Time is the cruelest of physicians, healingAll wounds, but always slowly, loopingA surgical needle through the mind’s flesh, experiencingTorment again over again, repeatingUntil anesthetics bring an end to feeling.

Sleepless nightsSpent looking at the ceilingSearching in those etched patternsFor some sort of adhesiveTo glue together the broken piecesOf a soul crushedBy the weight of the fact thatLife is profoundly sad.