Rosy.

A thorny kiss, that pricked like tetanus. 
Your touch left papercuts no alcohol could remedy, fragrant to smell yet poison to me, 
you were the infection that led to disease. 
I may be your cancer, but I am also your man, 
so take back these seeds, bury them in the sand.
Not weak, but naive, and blissfully aware,
fake smiling my way through every affair.
I am the reason, and all that remains. 
You are the bleach; the iodine that stains. 
Like ink, you left your mark through roses, especially when they'd wilt,
so I swallowed my pride in spite of my guilt; 
pluck each of my petals as I slowly decay;
I return to the soil as I drift away.

Dethroned.

Heart racing faster than a sprinter, as I prick you like a splinter. 
I'll make you blossom like the cherry tree does after a long winter, then explore your oceans like Cousteau's possessed my fingers. 
I am the summer sun that overwhelms your city with heat, you are the sugar on my tongue that has me craving sweets. 
As we mix together like cement before it paves the streets, you'll declare me king in the north before we even complete.

Natural.

I gaze longingly at the stars, searching for an answer, attempting to find reason hidden in their alluring mystery. 

With both my eyes squeezed tightly shut, my third awakens and opens; it is wide enough to fit the entire universe in its field of view. 

I see myself reflected in the sky; my ancestors light my way as my soul leaves my body. 

It rises like smoke, and feels as light as steam, filled with the vapours of tears I could not cry; floating higher than hot air balloons that colour the clouds. 

Unexpectedly, I find you—exactly where I left you; between the sound barrier and my dreams, both currently equally inaccessible to me. 

But I am too busy living in the moment, or at least that's what I claim.

I blow you a kiss and pass you by, leaving you behind to chase fulfillment. 

You, the lesson I refused to learn. 

You, the embers that made me burn 
until my lungs could take no more. 

My spirit soars, elated, satisfied to discover a solution to soothe its restlessness, that was its greatest conflict. 

I return to my physical body and turn off the lights, now that I can finally rest in peace.

Spirited Away

I gaze longingly at the stars, searching for an answer, attempting to find reason hidden in their alluring mystery. 

With both my eyes squeezed tightly shut, my third awakens and opens; it is wide enough to fit the entire universe in its field of view. 

I see myself reflected in the sky; my ancestors light my way as my soul leaves my body. 

It rises like smoke, and feels as light as steam, filled with the vapours of tears I could not cry; floating higher than hot air balloons that colour the clouds. 

Unexpectedly, I find you—exactly where I left you; between the sound barrier and my dreams, both currently equally inaccessible to me. 

But I am too busy living in the moment, or at least that's what I claim.

I blow you a kiss and pass you by, leaving you behind to chase fulfillment. 

You, the lesson I refused to learn. 

You, the embers that made me burn 
until my lungs could take no more. 

My spirit soars, elated, satisfied to discover a solution to soothe its restlessness, that was its greatest conflict. 

I return to my physical body and turn off the lights, now that I can finally rest in peace.