Love permeates the air,
Waves of the scent,
Of red roses,
Drowns my nose.
Eyes as red,
As the roses that,
Went straight into,
The trashcan.
Tens of dollars I've saved,
To afford a pristine,
Top of the line,
Velvet box,
German chocolates.
The best of the best,
To get down,
On one knee.
In the midst of,
The heart shaped box,
A golden diamond ring,
Awaits,
Your soft ring finger.
It was planned,
Down to the smallest details.
Meticulously I worked,
Hours upon hours,
Standing next to perfection,
As close as possible.
The trashcan gobbled,
Everything up.
Except,
My yearning for you.
If only,
The trashcan killed,
My undying feelings for you,
Maybe the magnitude,
Of the pain,
Of the sinkhole,
Right in the center,
Wouldn't be as big.
It left behind,
The parts that,
Would hurt me emotionally,
The most.
Death on the inside,
Spreads.
Healthy skin and body,
Yet,
Deteriorating heart,
Soul,
Mind.
You're happy,
The most you've ever smiled,
Laughed carefreely,
Prancing around the rose bushes,
He picked a bouquet for you.
Down the meadow,
A picnic.
Holding you,
At the small of your back,
Brushing back your hair,
Catching your lips.
His hook,
His bait,
Multitudes greater,
Better,
Than my meek, measly,
Mess of an attempt.
Heartbreak,
Can be so literal,
As I lay on the spiky ground,
My heart impaled by,
The wooden stake.
Breathing in my last breath,
The stake,
On the inside,
Still hurts more.
