We reach the arc of the well,
looking down into,
abyss,
darkness,
eternal longing.

It entices us to jump,
into its embrace.

"Plunge, lovers..."
Its suicidal whispers ooze
from the ancient bricks I step on.

I only wished to hold you again.
You always squirmed in my arms,
like a dying fish gasping for breathe.
I always saw only you,
I gazed through your bedroom window.
I urged for you to turn and see me
in the dawning shadows of your oak tree.
I wrote your name in blood
down your cobble stone walk way.

When twilight strikes
I creep into your garbage bins
seeking, yearning to find a piece of you.
Anything that has your sweet smell of
Midnight lavender...

Your lacy pink underwear
hangs on my bedroom wall,
surround by photos,
portraits,
of you.

I dreamed of us jumping down together.
I imagined this moment every night since you
Ran away form me.

I treated you well, I gave you a room to lay
A soft bed,
But why could’t you love only me?
Why did you want to leave me?

I hold you now,
The drugged you
The intoxicated you
The woman I loved
and I longed for.

Now,
I push you down.
Your screams,
Excite me till you reach
the bottom.

I take three steps back and leave.
You weren’t my type anyway,
but the new girl next door
just might be...