Ended in You

Perhaps your love, it was that difficult to make the living;

Annotated with cries and bleached with pain, for a cause.

Figuring out the hurdle brought for her. And that to a pause.

Particular past had that efficiency to bring back the sighing;

Actual of it, is a wonder happened over and a gain;

Ever not for the sob you broke her bone and brain.

Randomly it glued and fixed her miserably again;

That vigorously aimed, the lost thoughts to end in vain.

Meticulously you meant to be of one the lover in epic;

Desperately you defined her with so-so sceptic.

 Ghastly, that remains of a hover, I still be,

 Chanted over the fatigue smell of my soulic,

Decaying deep in the pit and burning with your love of caustic.

Muted all long with your shade of glee.