Euphoria

Once upon a time your love made me feel the most sublime, you added spice to my life, just like cinnamon and thyme. Your kiss was the conviction and the cause of our carnal crimes, and yet the passion still dried out like dust defiled grime. And somehow I still believe in your kind eyes as I stare to the skies and pray for a reprise. Like a derailed train, our future flew off the tracks, waiting in vain, I hope we can collaborate and bring our love back. Disenchanted as I no longer see through a rose coloured view, communication was the dragon that we failed to slew. My strength was not enough to remove the sword from your heart, and as a result we were forced to interrupt our story as we slowly grew apart. I take comfort in wishing on stars with childlike innocence wondering where you are, hopeful that you will return and be the lighter to my cigar. With each inhale, I will breathe you in, letting you soak into my skin; my lungs will fill with your nicotine, as I become reacquainted with the effect of your caffeine. You surrounded my castle and tore down my walls just like in a fairy tale, as happiness resonated throughout me, you were my nightingale. Your songs would soothe my soul like the ocean's waves, intoxicating me deeper with each whispered word, I used to be so brave. Independent once, I somehow began to rely on you with faith so blind, my vision has since cleared and I now realize that I was carelessly confined. Imprisoned of my own volition as I solely defined myself as your maleficent mate, I grieved for the loss of my identity and filled my world with hate. Anger consumed me wholeheartedly increasing with each new day, inciting me further as I saw my world for what it was and deplored its disarray. My cuts and battle scars are much deeper than they seemed, as I foolishly failed to see that this was a far cry from a dream. Disinfected now, I can finally breathe; wait for my name in lights until you decide that it is time to seethe. Our picture perfect romance was soiled by your crimson kiss, your wicked world will never be the same once you begin to reminisce. I have pricked my finger for the last time on love's lascivious loom, then prepared for an eternity of slumber with flashes of gloom. The universe wistfully weeps for what the future had in store for you and I, as the sun sets sleepily in Shanghai. The euphoria we once shared disappeared into the night, revealing to me that only true love's kiss could have helped me reach new heights. Over now, I pick up the pieces of our puzzle left undone, our epic chronicle ended before it had even begun.