tears stain all your paintings,

like black ink that rains upon a beautiful scene,

my hopes and dreams have vanished,

they've been gone ever since you left.

the lack of you has made me emtpy,

and the feeling I get whenever we reunite is bitter,

I know that your presense is but a fraction of what it was,

and no matter how much water you pour in to my cup, it is never enough.

on moments of clarity, I think about suicide,

it has been my secret desire for years,

I'm still clinging to the few emotions I am able to feel,

but no other touch makes me complete.

there was a time where I thought your love would be eternal,

my inocence was but a foolish belief,

today I know nothing is eternal,

appart from this emotion that keeps me awake at night.

if I was allowed one wish,

I would wish to feel nothing at all,

only then would I be free,

of this feeling that binds me to life.

I no longer desire to breathe,

even food has lost it's taste.

the world does not care,

neither do you,

the cars keep moving and the birds will always sing,

no matter how frustrated I am or how close to the finish line I may be.

if one day I stop answering,

know that I no longer walk among the living,

I will never ask for help, specially from you,

at the end of the day, I am but one of many.

I am insignificant,

and my lack of utility drives me insane,

I really thought we would love each other forever and ever,

no matter how long that forever might have been.