Love & Friendship...

As torn images of our love are weary I realize that the visions of tears, wounds, single silky white-petaled defoliated roses, cold silent senseless bodies and soft kisses are mirages on black stone.

Now seconds become testimony, each word feeling lost as the desire to hope for the agony of loss love cannot convey through guilty minds.
We found where guilt lies from mangled bone, succumbed conscience drown from a trudged place.

Through vague shadows filled with cold nights resulting in hate, regret, passion, aggression, and lust all become remotely entwined.

Thoughts of your once delightful simplicity, heart stopping smile and intriguing illumination of spirit has me pondering if this epiphany of your non-existent presence will ever allow me to abandon my no longer quenchable craving love taste?
Memories of elated sunrises and sunsets have me yearning for something I never really had.

Once equated desire and illusions as if love and appreciation had no type of meaning in my quote on quote allegedly perfect emotional balance.
Now I'm stuck with the delusion of hope and confusion.

How do you define a love that had so much to say but never could speak?
Nothing but mere silence and the echoes of what should have been said haunt my dreams and cause me to awake countless evenings with miserable space filled with heartache and deceptive smiles.

Teardrops fall one by one with pieces of our love deteriorating into If's and Why's, regretting ever crossing that vague line of friendship to test the waters of inevitable yearning companionship.

Now we can no longer cherish our once precious appreciation for each other without remembering the times filled with more discontent than ecstasy.

Sometimes I wish that we could have just remained friends instead of allowing ourselves to succumb to love's irresistible black hole.

I would have traded a million kisses from you for just one opportunity to turn back the hands of time to when our laughs we shared together were just laughs, nights together were just spent talking, and hugs from one another were just simple embraces.

Photographs of my once perfect close friend instantly vanish into torn unimportant times now all I see is the image of a lost lover and most of all a friend... My perspective of Love and Friendship will never be the same again.