Languid Romance



languid romance
made me cry...

death became beautiful...

a desired end.

a heart cried out to mine
speaking the language
of pain
and I wrapped myself
and my companion
in a blanket of
misery...

we drank coffee
at Starbucks
and wrote in our
journals,
wearing black...
(a meeting of the minds...)
tortured and 
angstful...
bitterness led to 
a way out of the 
darkness...

but...
the ardor of passion

cooled

and left
a desire for home,
and unconditional love,
and regrets more profound

I cry even still.