You

I fall apart like the withering petals of the neglected flowers



you had once left on my kitchen counter



And my heart seems to sink into a liquid pool of fascination



every time I think about the perpetual enchantment



you once had with the world



The way you read my mind like my thoughts were quicksand



slipping away faster than I could fathom to think of



And you could always look at me



in a room filled with a hundred people



 and somehow know I was the only one gasping for air



 



I wanted every bit of you,



 



I needed your attention like those delusional people



who think the voices in the head are meant to save them,



When the biggest horror always seems to lie in themselves



They say you can feel a certain kind of passion



when it's strong enough to burn holes in your heart



But all I have seemed to do is leave mere skid marks in your memories



 



I guess I'm foolish.



 



Foolish to wonder if the fickle capacity of your brain



still has some occupancy



for a few silly thoughts of me



But I guess now and then my sadistic personality will always



find a degree of pleasure in entertaining the idea of you.