There was just you and me, but never truly an "Us"...
Just a painful mirage as if it was never there.
The only proof being the mark you have left on me,
my mind, my heart, my soul.
Imprinted...
Your smile, your laugh and how you silently tucked
my hair behind my ear and my blackened soul
in the healing warmth of yours...
You have touched all of me with the utter care and gentleness
as a man would to a small and fragile object;
Easy to break.
I searched through all the contented sighs,
I looked in between every caress and space,
even the smallest space between our intertwined fingers.
Through it all, I looked for the love,
I looked for a promise,
but came up with nothing...
Nothing but the whispers of sweet lies
The kisses on my forehead, the taste of your lips on mine,
the feeling of my hand in yours was nothing...
nothing but a temporary warmth to your ice cold,
but despite your coldness, despite this chill,
I find myself burnt. Helplessly, utterly burnt.
Nothing but ashes now,
but still not enough
to peacefully let me drift
out of my own confines.
For I, will never be completely void of you.
For you, have left your mark on me.
What I thought was a beautiful mark,
turned out to be an ugly scar
singed on my skin
from your burning cold.