Melancholic Love

 Melancholic Love


Gasping, grasping, falling, calling.
Don’t worry, without her life isn’t possible
so all this pain you're feeling
only temporary
only temporary, so contemporary.


All around me air feels heavy
weighing me down
savor the times when I’m under.
If it’s not you it’s me
your presence wrenches my stomach with both butterflies and hornets

Holding on to you, I slowly fall
deeper I dig with your support
I find my hell
No eternal fire and brimstone but torture all the same
my melancholia setting in
I strain to see a reason for this.


Drink it down mellifluously, choke it down shrewdly
live with the convulsions, don’t worry those are normal too
just as is the voice inside
inside your head
frigid thoughts tell me she will never.


Gasping, grasping hope still finds its evil way to me.
Falling, calling it’s only temporary yet very contemporary.