So Technosexual </3

I built my world around volcanoes,

Knowingly and unafraid I did so,

Even then I underestimated the risks,

Now I can only watch as my world begins to unravel and fall apart,

I pray, beg, and plead to an absentee Goddess,

Oh spirit of this long dormant island,

Take pity upon this lonely, ship-wrecked soul,

I gasp for breath and cling to what flotsam I can find,

At the edge of my world I still float,

And and I can do naught but watch it end,

I understand now the consequences of faulty planning,

One can not build an island atop more than one volcano,

When one erupts, the other softly seethes,

And one can do naught but watch, or leave.

Fin

Dear —–,
How bittersweet it is to hear those sighs,
To hear the pain and the sweetness blended into one,
Your voice the apex of all the humanity one could express,
How I longed to hear those amorous sighs,
Murmurings in my ear on warm summer nights,
You came to me, in a dream,
Again and repeatedly, swearing you’d never leave,
In my mind’s eye I made love to you in ways immortals would envy,
And I was ready to embrace all mortality with you,
To share in pain, joy, sorrow and mirth,
To love and enjoy the good with the bad,
To frolic on moonlit lakes,
To suffer the summer’s heat and the winter’s freeze,
For the longest time I dreaded waking from this dream,
Such things were too good to last,
If a god existed, only he could create a creature just as ethereal,
Your kisses the sweetest ambrosia none of the gods could equal to drink such sweet nectar,
Your caresses the soothing wind on a summer night,
All of this, and more, could not begin to suffice,
Could never hope to encapsulate you and do you justice,
Nor Zeus could be worthy enough to worship at your feet,
Sweet summer goddess.

I admit it, I cried. I cried and sobbed like a little bitch,
I’m bawling loudly, uncontrollably,
Like the worthless scum that I am .

Now my tears and prayers fall mute,
Upon the deaf ears of an absentee summer goddess.

I didn’t deserve you, I was never the ideal man.
I was an idiot for believing in this dream,
For believing you could love a wretch like me.

I flew to close to the beautiful summer sun,
I dared to wish to drink your sweet caresses,
And now I am paying the price.

On the way home, I find it difficult to drive,
I attempt to sing, lyrics coming out little more than tear choked wails,
While tears and scrunched up eyes obscure my field of vision.

The first summer was the most beautiful of all,
When our love was new and optimistic,
When the future was so promising,
And our first vocalizations of love were so innocent and pure.

You were willing to look past my defects,
To see something inside me worth loving,
And discover the strength I never knew I had.

Now I sit here, writing this,
Parked under a solitary street lamp,
Caterwauling like a child with a broken bone,

I imagined your caresses to be so soft,
Your words so sweet and tender,
Your kisses unrivaled even by those of the summer sun.

I have lost you now, for good.
You are leaving me to find your own happiness,
Having no further need for me,
You leave me to suffer the absence of a ghost.

This is the moment in which my heart breaks,
My heart paralyzes, deathly still,
My breath catches in my throat,
My voice rises an octave as I ask for clarification,
And despite what I wish to hear,
Before she speaks I know,
This is the moment in which my heart breaks.
Our love is of a twisted variety,
Even as she breaks my heart,
She attempts to preserve it,
Even as she twists and pulls the blade,
She attempts to bandage the wound,
Bandaging with her hair.
Sanitizing with her precious tears,
This is the moment in which my heart breaks.
She is my life,
She is my world,
She is my dream,
She is my life in a dream world,
A dream world shattering in the moment that my heart breaks,
Crystal shards glisten in the moonlight,
A spectrum of colors dancing across my face,
The fragments of something beautiful pierce my skin,
Marring the face she claims to love,
Destroying what could once be found beautiful,
This is the moment in which my heart breaks.
Recounting stories of old,
Stories of happier days,
Sharing dreams of a future that never was,
Laughing as we sob,
Even as hearing her voice twists the blade,
In between sobs I ask her to continue,
Fearing I may never hear that angelic voice again,
This is the moment in which my heart breaks.