Solar

Your eyes are deep and reflective, as fiery as the majestic sun. My planets all prostrate towards you in orbit, yet I still feel as lonely as the number one. I ventured to the poles in search of a cure for my isolation. At night, I look to the sky, and I can only see your constellation. The stars align above the world and hint to me that you are the one. The beauty I feel as a result of you, will never be outdone. For some reason that I cannot explain, your name courses throughout my veins. It sends shivers up my spine, validating that your love is truly divine. Like a black hole, it devours me whole, refusing to give me a moment to catch my breath. If you were to fall under harm, I would sleep for two and forty hours, just like Juliet. Even if I was diagnosed with Alzheimer's, yours is a face I could never forget. All the charades I played at with others before you, were just a prelude to your kiss. I feel as enchanted as a fairy tale, as I embrace our never ending bliss. Like a song, you arrived and filled my world with colour. You painted with vibrancy on my canvas, like no other lover. Reds and blues danced ensnared by one another, creating a masterpiece only visible to those in love. Although imperfect by far, the beauty that we share could fill our very own Sistine Chapel, displayed proudly on the ceiling above. The crimson tears that have fallen will not return for a sequel, as finally, for the first time, you can view me as an equal. The competition between us has dried out, we should have been aware of its impermanence. Although there was resistance, persistence assisted in maintaining our existence. We were threatened by extinction for many months and days, until you reignited the fire within me and set my world ablaze. I was caught in your rapture so sublime, as I lost all sense of time. I committed lustful crimes, believing that our love was merely worth a dime. No longer foolish, I see through new eyes, born with wings, yet I crawled through life. My strife removed, cut away by your knife. I can now resume being filled by the eternal hunger that desires to consume me whole, no longer in control. I have received a death row pardon as your key has set me free on parole. Saved within my last few moments here on God's green earth, I praise you, and cherish you for showing me my worth. The grass was never greener on the other side, you were the fillet mignon that made my heart glow. I must confide, that with you at my side, I finally feel alive. I can no longer lead a life veiled by my own reclusive, self imposed exile. I have realized now, that I can not enter your Heaven unless I become like a child. The heat you emanate shelters me throughout the winter, your solar powered love has removed all hindrances and cleared my path. Caressed by your rays, as I bask within your heat, you shower my summer days with golden hues, making me feel like love's elite. Your sunshine is a blessing that fills my world with wonder, it warms my heart and keeps me safe; no longer frightened by life's thunder.

Precious

You abandoned me as I needed you most, like a terrible host, your presence was eerily similar to that of a ghost. I envisioned our future, so bright and crystal clear. I gave you all my fortune and time, as if my name were Lear. Instead you jeered, you could have been the Josephine to my Napoleon. You took the time to tell me that our love was too plebeian, that you were through with me. And my effort had gone unnoticed, it was to no avail. I felt as helpless as Jonah, buried alive in the stomach of a whale. You were once my triumph, the trophy I carried with pride. You took it all in stride, and denied me of love at every opportunity circumstance would provide. You once called me precious, as you took my hand into your own. Gone are the days when I welcomed the scent of your cologne, now reminiscent of rigor mortis in a corpse unknown. We were the talk of the town, once as brilliant as the sun setting in the west. I was the one that loved you best, yet you chose to turn the other cheek. I watched you walk away, as my heart instantly turned bleak. You soured my dreams as toxicity filled my sleep. I would wake up screaming from my reverie, praying for the Lord to reap my soul. I spent whole nights sobbing your name, tattooed the rules of your game into my arm, before I slipped and fell once more, disarmed again by your charm. Ring the alarm, say a prayer for my damned and helpless soul. Winter's icy torrents washed away my sanity, disparaging all that I had known to be good and true. I was a victim of your brainwashing, you fed me lies as you spread yourself too thin across the globe. I was purposefully naive, as I refused to acknowledge the stains upon your robe. Now I am free, no longer imprisoned by my self-imposed exile. I sit and think about our love, and realize it was not worthwhile. It was a farce from day number one, we should have turned back but now the damage is done. I will embark on a journey of my own accord, as your cries for help, will surely go ignored. With my confidence restored, I can dream once more. My goals will return, as you silently burn. I will ignite the flame that flickers until your dying day, licking at your body until the ugliness within is externally displayed. You were always my decay, but now the tables have turned, and the hunter has become the prey.

Swan

The lights turned off, and your beauty remained; casting a new hue on the nature of your saint. Your touch arouses my inner tiger, often making me feel as if I could faint. I light my candle on both ends, as I pull you in for one last goodbye. We have embarked on a journey unknown to man, your voice, the sweetest lullaby. I lick my lips and blow kisses your way, hoping that we will turn a new page. I reminisce about the sweet scent that you emit, as I fall further in love and take another hit. Your spoils are my successes, as your rubbish is my treasure. Much to my pleasure, you are the one who fills my life with endeavour. I blast off, shake the world like its tectonic plates, then say a prayer, appreciating our fate. I am destined to remain your knight in shining armour, as you fill me with endless love, like an armoire. I nestle your shoulder as I curl into a ball, I know your arms will never fail to catch me when I fall. I crawl into bed, slightly lightheaded, as I float above the world, dancing amidst the clouds. You cover me like a shroud, protecting me from harm; disarm me with your smile, as you paint my world, making it worthwhile. As we work towards a future full of happiness and light, I regain my sight and see that you are the only one that will ever keep me warm at night. You caress my adoration as you show me your colours true, being the only thing consistent in a world so untrue. I hold your hand and follow you into the promised land, filled with riches and glee, like a house made of candy. You are the sweetest thing to grace the face of this Earth so wide, the world would be a better place, if by your morals it would abide. I can no longer hide as you fill me with your water like an empty vessel starved, unto my blissful heart, your name, is forever carved. I lay my head down to sleep hoping that night will fall, I pray the Lord my soul to take, in the event that I can no longer recall. Your breath on my neck, and your voice in my veins; the passion that empties me and fills me again. You are the fire that burns throughout the winter, the wood that keeps my home warm. My magician, as you have performed illusions and magic that have transformed me into a beautiful swan, no longer an ugly duckling, I have surpassed the norm.

Porcelain

I am no longer your prisoner, release me from your lock and key. Your sombre smile sets the perfect tone for animosity. I stood by your side, offered you my umbrella when it rained. Yet you still chose to twist my words, and now our love is sprained. Stained, like the collar of your shirt from lips that went unnamed. Your behaviour went unexplained, as you created lies to carry you over, assuming they would stop the pain. Together, we were capable of total world domination; instead, you swallowed me and spit me out, acted as if I were an abomination. I gave you my tears, let them fall into your wishing well. Only to find myself the sole occupant of heartbreak's hotel. You were always a rebel, but one without a clue; my heart's library is closed to you, as your payment is long overdue. I can no longer priovide you with a heart to call your home, I refuse to forge another page of love to fill your tome. I simply regret that you were the one to ever love me best. I beat my chest, as my cries resonate throughout the sky. You were like porcelain, beautiful from the very first day. I am vile and bloodstained, the product of a life filled with disarray. Damaged now, I bandage my wounds and disavow the strife that I must sow. I run through the streets like a fool in heat, screaming your holy name, so indiscrete. Why must I try so hard to simplify our lives? Like the lost Stepford wives, your hunger for control cut like the sharpest knives. You punctured my spirit, and poisoned my garden; I am no longer capable of sustaining life. Like the pied piper, you led me astray, using your charisma whilst playing your fife. I can no longer pretend that my head rules my heart, especially when the future seems grim, and dark. You have made your mark, left me jaded in a warehouse of commodities. When I was with you, I was an anomaly, shining brightly in the sun. Now I run, from everything and everyone; scared to face the world, so I reclusively watch life pass me by. You cracked your whip as I silently sputter hate filled words that I have churned like butter. Waiting for the day when my saviour will return, to free me from my misery, and reignite the fire that once burned. I lie awake at night, watching the tide ebb and flow, hoping and praying that one day you will silence my woes. Recklessly abandoned in a tower built by my own grief, I have not given up on the belief that you will be the bearer of my long awaited relief.