Unclaimed

I gave you everything; I gave you everything. I kissed your eyes in my mind, in the night, right before hitting the bottom of the black hole of my dreams. I kissed your eyes in my dreams. But I'm unattended, I'm unclaimed, like a bag or a dog lost in the waiting game. I intended to be what you needed most; like a new frame, an old flame, but I am unclaimed. And the fallen leaves will bury me underneath, and the earth will go silver on a blue moon's eve. And the waters of March will weave through the songs of April and the lilacs of May; and then come what may. I feel so alive that I could just break down in tears, so it appears. I accept you were struggling, and I'm eager to give you time; I accept you were broken, and I want you to be mine. With my hands, with my voice I could melt your heart where it froze. But there is just ice - just ice. So much for kissing your eyes. With your hands you could hold mine, I could heal your pain if you healed mine, but it's fine - I don't need it alone. I've got plenty to bear on my own. I gave you everything; I am my everything. No one will pray for my soul in the night watching me hitting the bottom of the black hole of my dreams. I am alone in my dreams. I am my everything.