It's strange now to think of you, my dear
Swallowed, sucked back through
The mouth of God, here then gone
So fast I think I dreamt you, but no dream
Ever shook me or swayed my mood as such
Yet you lacked a vivid coherency, a dalliance
Of a fantasy, come to forsake clarity
For a smile, but you were my rose
My multi-petaled wishing well, that I
Plucked away one by one greedily
Just to feel beauty at my fingertips, cast aside
With childlike brutality, I was innocent then
In my conquests, beneath the clouds
And thunder alike, and never once
Did you complain, but smiled
A little condescendingly, when I told you
I loved you and asked what I knew
Of love, as you sank back into the earth
My wilting flower, a bloom in reverse
And out of spite I dug you up
And devoured you, A seed within me
United for all eternity, A reminder
Of what love should be, you
Always said i was a romantic