Hydrangea

Cravings

She told me she was fine

With a faint smile on her face,

But her eyes twinkled in despair

I could hear it in her soft voice; a broken record.

Her smile whispered the truth,

She was ready for the Devil to devour her whole

Sinking in a pool of her own blood.

I wanted to yank her out of the Devil's grasp

Scrape away the darkness feasting off her skin,

And plant dandelions inside her mind.

Because even when blown away

The seeds of hope and faith will continue to linger within her.

But she would only remind me

That dandelions wilt when there's no sun in the sky.

She told me

Her light was fading.

And I

Am powerless.

My feeble arms...

Not strong enough to pull her out of the well

She was in drowning in.

At midnight, I'd listen to melodies with ghosts of the past

As they'd pour intoxication down into my body

To hear my heart scream out poems of grief and tragedy.

And they'd laugh,

At my stupidity and misery..

I would ask them,

"How do I eliminate the suffering within oneself?"

Because I am weak..

Ready to hold up the white flag to the Demon within me.

In the mornings, I craved for her faint smile.

I dreamt of her as a dandelion whose seeds caught onto my heart;

A delicate and fragile creature.

If only I could plant a field of her

Each seed containing her pain and misery,

And as I take a breath and blow for a wish

I'd wish to listen to her broken voice

To gaze into her pitiful eyes

To caress the wounds on her skin

To whisper these exact words

"At midnight, let's scream out poems about grief and tragedy

As we sky fall from the Empire building."