Wilting Roses

Our tears melt into a final kiss.
Feel the acid burn that consumes two damned souls.
Souls experienced with the intimate taste of a broken heart.

One final kiss,
a double suicide,
a terminal wish,
poison,
a bitter end-
we both willingly imbibe.

Together,
we gently place all that remains,
the ash,
the scars,
the memories,
shards of our broken hearts,
in a silk lined casket.
All stained in tears.
We disappear from one another.
Together forever-
yet never again.

I kneel by the grave with roses in hand.
Thorns pierce flesh as a pitiful attempt is made to bid farewell to love that never had a chance to thrive.
Liquid velvet drips onto a lonely stone that reads-
The remnants of an ill-fated love rest here for eternity.
Losing a love hurts.
Life with the loss of all love is tragic.

To be in your arms,
if only once more,
would be amongst the sweetest of dreams.
I miss you.
It wasn't meant to be.

A kiss for each rose,
unceremoniously scattered,
upon a lonely grave.

The last I hold a moment more.
Tear away the petals one by one.
He loves me.
He loves me not.
I miss you.
It wasn't meant to be.