i must tell you, darling;

you've made quite the deposit

in my bank.

the flowers and cute sayings-

and, oh, your

killer grilled cheese sandwiches!

how i miss those sandwiches...

i promise;

i've even tried meditation-

'hummm, himmm- oh crap,

here we go again!'

i cant't get you out if my head!

your sweet disposition;

oh, how ironic!

and the tension between our hearts:

almost ionic!

just go away,

be the thunder to

someone else's lightening...

or come back and be the

sunshine to my blue sky?

Christ, i can't make up my mind.

Sincerely, Heart-Wrenched Me.

I am a victim of love

You are my killer

Tearing my heart

And stealing my thread

Leaving me helpless to mend it again

You are so cruel

As you string me along

You give me flowers

To put on my grave

You make a deposit

Only to take more away

One minute your sunshine

The next thunder and rain

You are Jackal and Mr. Hyde

An ionic bond I cannot escape

your disposition

Will be the end of me

Thunder and lightning

The disposition of a killer

Afterwards, the meditation

of flowers. The pure deposit

of drops of rain. The ionic

crystal, the circle of light.

Embrace the storm. From

friction comes shine.