It's Still You

Salt on the wounds
Sipping each drop
Deep down
Inside.
Watch as I bleed in deafening hues
Of these dull colors
That run me dry.

I see you before me
In different shades
Investigating my impatient eyes
Like you don't realize
These tears.

I am cracking with each hour,
In this lonely corner
Embracing shadows,
Wishing…

Thinking of the words
The sentences
Describing
This paralysis, this haunting
Of what I cannot have
Constantly
Fantasies
Of …you.

And as the night falls
And my curtains close
You will embody
The shadow that is not mine.
And while I wish
And while I sketch
On this faded canvas
Along the walls
Of my thirsty soul
You and I
Intertwined…

You will betray with your soft kiss
On those gentle lips
As my envy
Devours…

And the salt on these wounds
Burns
And swallows
My tired
Hollow ashes.