the tragic flaw of this seperation is that you look more beautiful with a broken heart.
you spawn rings that fan regret into my lungs.
as you soar into the sky of my eyes,
my body becomes poisoned with desire
and I forget of the angel who has stolen my heart from you.
your seducing air inflates my lungs but I cannot fill one with the love I lost from you.
I exhale a toxic breath full of every confused notion I had deep inside.
a tornado of relief stirs within my chest
and I realize that beauty adds no substance to emptiness.
with this I moved on and left us as a memory
but now my veins are running dry without my heart.
the angel I feel for flies further away with it
and moves with constant increase of distance.
I remain alone but I love and only continue to function
because I hold tightly onto the hope that she will fall from the heavens and join me.