Crossroads.

My indecision has paved two roads; one made with dreams, the other with gold. With each step forward, I further unload and drift farther away from your hands which I so longed to hold. A future filled with you would never be fickle it would be only be sweet, but desire is a demon, it is a two way street. My heart sees only in blacks and whites, no in-betweens, but the hope inside multiplies like forests filled with evergreens. The eternal flame will always burn as I hold your heart in my hand through the falls from which you will learn. I am your friend, an ally, first and foremost as I sit and await your acceptance of me as your loving host. I will possess you like a child in its mothers womb, like kings from long ago possess their luxurious tombs. Toxic waste landfills and radioactive despair line the boulevards of broken dreams that appeared now that you are no longer here. Biohazardous balloons float to the Heavens then pop, blinding my eyes, when will this misery stop? Rearranged in my head are the playgrounds of my childhood that ceased to exist once we became misunderstood. Andalusian avenues that appeared out of the blue made my world grey without the comfort of you. Crystal clear waters coughed chlorine then died, as my actions resulted in all hopes for our future to die. The confused chaotic canker sores that poisoned me have run away but what of it now as the acid rain stays. We could have had it all; the sun, moon, and stars, too. Instead, I stung your eyes like bargain shop shampoo. Like a cancer, this has left me feeling helpless, and frail, as our train derailed, losing its trail. One day in the future our paths will once again entwine but until that day comes, I will take solace in the dreams, like lullabies, in which you never stopped loving me, never stopped being mine.