Hopeless; that, I am.
The way I cling to your invisible scent or the way I delude myself with the mirage of reasons as to why I would or could exist without your essence.
I am drowning somewhere between heaven and nowhere. Somewhere in a pool where a sixth sense is obsolete and where my name "Hopeless" is engraved into a king's stone never to be removed.
I am here where the stars cling to you. Where the sun hopelessly stokes the pulse within your chest
to engulf this garden
with the tears
of your flames.