Something more

I can't seem find myself anymore,

my pieces are lost somewhere in this city,

in the hands of men whose souls were broken,

trying to complete their incomplete.

How long does one wait to feel loved?

someone to love your punctured and torn soul,

even though you learnt to live without one,

yet they rip theirs to make you whole again.

I don't want to fill up your empty house anymore,

I want to cover the streets like the autumn leaves,

I don't want to be a glass filled with wine,

I want to overflow and bloody your floors.

I love being your shadow in the night,

but I crave for the sunshine through your windows,

the smell of smoke and sweat has your name now, 

but now my skin and soul ache for something more.

I don't remember your face

I have closed my eyes as I sit on the edge of this hill,

the sensation of panic as my feet submerge in the precipice,

a tingling feeling as the wind's hands pull me down,

this blindness in the dark as I lift my hands to touch you,

I trace every edge and corner as I memorize your face,

the warmth of your breath burns my palms,

the tears on your soft skin is melting into mine,

I am crying now because my chest is full,

I am getting heavier because you are fading away,

there is no breath, no tears, no warmth, just smoke,

I am blind but I can feel you sinking in the valley,

the wind is taking you away and I am reaching out,

I am not afraid of the hill or the darkness anymore,

I am leaning over as I spread my arms to dive into the sea below,

I will be smoke and air and everything alive with you,

And as I leap I don't remember your face anymore.