To the girl who left me unrequited.

Revived Corpse

I sit here, thinking about the girl who made the blood in my heart spew.
She who I constantly told in my mind: "I love you."
She's whose hair was the color of squished blackberry dew.
As I used to watch her whenever we had something to do.

I used to document about her constantly.
To me, her voice and words were a  closeted prophecy.
As I snuck pictures of her.
I would delete them after as my guilt would start to stir.

I would describe her as a beautifully crafted revived corpse.
As she puzzled up to be the most perfect gothic tropes.
I imagine her laying down in a bed of bleeding red roses.
Her beauty would make me feel like I had taken too many doses.

There I times I glare at the moon.
Listen to the wind whistle and swoon.
As I wish I would walk to a graveyard.
Listen to the voices of souls that no longer can be heard.

I wish she would do it with me.
Lock hands and listen to the souls plea.
As all their souls absorb around us like a sea.
If only my lust for her was meant to be.