There is a Shadow in the Light

Everything is you.
I hear your voice in the music,
See your face in the stars,
Feel your touch in the dark.

And I'm growing tired
Of kissing the air. Of
Tangling my fingers
Through hair that isn't there.

My limbs are entwined
With a vacant shadow of a soul.
Scratches fade and with them go
The body you loved to know.

I dry my own tears,
Nobody can ever see them.
I love clichés, at least then, I know,
Somebody else feels this way.

If I'm a proposition,
You must be my predicate.
You make me tangible.
You colour in between my lines

I don't know how to fulfill myself.

I knew you were a thief, but,
I didn't think you could steal me.
I knew you were toxic, but,
I didn't think you could poison me.

I don't dream anymore.
The picture seems incomplete.
I try not to feel anymore,
But you're a disease.

You're spreading through me like ink.
It's strange to think,
In twenty years time,
One of us could die and the other wouldn't mind.

Soon the wind won't whisper your name,
The taste on my tongue won't be yours,
I won't feel your fingers laced with mine.
But it shall be just as sweet and I shall be happy again.

And they will stay.
And they will show me
The way, to love truly
And to be loved in return.

And we will sleep in the light of the sun.

We will dance under the glow of the moon.
We will grow flowers in our hearts.
And we will put back the pieces that you pulled apart.