The Petal Falls

My love, don't leave me like this.

All my strings are connected to yours.

Your mind plays tricks on you, your soul knows your truth: me.

But if you must, leave with grace.

Let me fall down but leave a cushion beneath.

Let me cry but not tears of acid.

I shine through you, just like the moon through the sun.

And with you, I'll die and cease my silver shining upon your dark night.

If you must leave this story half-told, leave a little ink in the pen.

I'll finish our story and write our love on papers made of my skin.

For living will no longer be living but just existing, my heart will miss your rush.

My lips will miss your touch.

Your apathy is a knife.

Your sympathy was giving me a life.

Mark the day.

Today, I have no name.