i long for things...
intangible.
things i thought i had
but did not.

i envy the ones with loving
counter parts who speak with
their actions more than they
do with words. petty words
only mean so much when
they are but empty shells.
spent bullet casings that failed
to deliver their killing blow.

and
yet its those that kill me.
you kill me with the words
you speak. you kill me
with the actions that you
do not do.

so many things you've said
right. yet do not act on.
broken promises.
i am too used to now.

envy consumes me as i watch
those loving counterparts drown
in  each other. be it through actions or
words. those sweet sanguine
words dripping from their hearts
filled to the brim with passion.

intoxicated by romance.

how i wish to drink from that
cup of romance so filled to the
brim. even a drop will drive me
into an endless ecstasy.

a drop shall quench my partched
heart and nourish the dying
flame that once was my pride and
guide through the shadowy void.

here i lie. watching. watching for
something that i shall never
have. wait for something
never delivered.

but i do not care.
i am already gone.

I have found company
in Death's shadowy embrace.
I have found relief.