Leave lakes Beneath eyes of boldest blue, Though to kiss me, will you do? Wrap yourself in wilted petals, Cover your dreams in tear-stained Sheets, Bold red, though now blackened by falling droplets Coming from the storm in your irises. Love has emptied you Into death's own fervent memories, Leaving trails beneath your feet, For many more men to follow. Like the last, I merely offer another added stain To remind you Of your increasing shame. Leave alone The storm to be carried by its own winds. I have come to own Your labors, your tired eyes. I am, as I seem to be, the pain in place of your needed peace. Though I arrived, I have merely added distress Dropping your tears upon your worn-through dress. My wants are never your wants, My love was never your love. The dreams I keep Close at Neptune's heart, Cause oceans to manifest, Love to undress, To unveil a vulnerable crushed thing.