i look
and i see
the same face
as i saw years ago
same face
i will see tomorrow
same face
that will never stop looking back

but behind these "eyes of the bluest skies"
i weep for the one that i shall never have
and i cry myself to murder

bloodshed of the inner beauty
but i still ache the same
i want to smell the orchards again
but i only smell his sex upon my body

he never meant to dance in my blood
but he never intended id follow his bloody footprints home
he wanted me because i would not hurt him
but he cared not for the torture his lust caused

and now i've become what he loath's most
we sit in utter silence
wishing for things to say and time to pass
wishing for the days where we would sit
silent
stoned
in love with the company
the lust
the laughs and smiles
the purity of a new friendship
friends that went into the dark naked
groaning
sweating
loving

romance is over
i am nothing more than a thought to him
i will come to him when he feels cumming is necessary
and i will lay alone in my purple peace and cry til my eyes bleed

he has broken my hope
my heart
my soul

and he will never know

because i will not do the same to him
i take our pain in stride
and i cut another scar
and wait for another

he will someday love...

love, but love me not

he has no name
no face
but i look
and i see