My heart had nothing left to give or sell,
but still you insisted...
I write your name inside every poem,
hidden between the lines...
Why did I arrange
your chair to face me...
Adrift in the sunken pearls,
lurks my wounded heart...
All that I've been thinking of
is how people always try...
I wish I had waterproof eyes
so I could try and let you close enough...
That same sweet drifting pain
I slipped out of so long ago...
Drift you do, with the winds' caress
So pure, so light...
I wanted to tell
how beautiful you look...
I want to kiss your lips
until mine bleed...
I wonder what you were thinking,
or were you deluded enough...
I'm never coming back,
no matter how many presents you buy me...