That look of indifference is most [bad word] on your face. I've stretched myself over mountians and deserts, only to find that my embrace was not reciprocated as once was promised.

Plant these seeds of distance. They will bloom, green with envy. It's [bad word] deep, so scrawl your name into the bark and walk away.

Shadows will define my face as I enter the nothing. I watched as you turned your back on me.

What is it that I am lacking that he has in such abundance. I once placed my head upon you chest and there I heard the murmurs of your soul. It sang to me like a Siren.