the tragic flaw of this seperation is that you look more beautiful with a broken heart. you spawn rings that fan regret into my lungs. as you soar into the sky of my eyes, my body becomes poisoned with desire and i forget of the angel who has stolen my heart from you. your seducing air inflates my lungs but i cannot fill one with the love i lost from you. i exhale a toxic breath full of every confused notion i had deep inside. a tornado of relief stirs within my chest and i realize that beauty adds no substance to emptiness. with this i moved on and left us as a memory but now my veins are running dry without my heart. the angel i feel for flies further away with it and moves with constant increase of distance. i remain alone but i love and only continue to function because i hold tightly onto the hope that she will fall from the heavens and jo