I Beg You to Make Sense of This

Do you still love me?
Now that you're gone?
Now, that I have a handle on,
the anger that scared you away?
Away from our perfect love?

Tink, tink
tick, tick, tick.
Tink, tink
tick, tick, tick.

I hear your heart repair itself,
and time pass as you move on.

Tink, tink, tink
tick tick.
Tink, tink, tink,
tick, tick.

You're in my veins
turning red blood into blue
bruising the envy that once kept me afloat.
Cause black blood's meant to flow through me.

But still my heart was,
once buoyant.
Buoyant just for you.

So,
I'll say sorry,
Sorry like the angel
I was good at pretending to be.

Though,
I know it's too late,
cause you have a sweet disposition
that's more honest than me and you.

Still,
I can't help hoping that
it dissolves the pain
of every mile that's been placed between us.

For every breath that's been breathed
waiting for you,
Fly.
Fly, so I can feel you.
Fly.
I need to feel you,
cause my heart's still broken.

On my knees now.
Not figuratively,
for the sake of a nice little poem
slopped onto a page.

I'm truly
writing this on my knees
still waiting for you,
cause you're the only one that I want.

And the dragonflies inside my head
won't let me move
till your hearts been joined with mine.

Leave the past behind,
let me always be yours.
Now it's yours