Broken hearted

Alas! My Jane has rejected me once too many

I, Edward cannot truly believe it

My string is always tied but secretly twisted

By a physical phantom

Who is not a phantom

Edward cries every day they have parted

Every day it has been a busy hell

Of red roses engulfed in sun drenched wine

Soaked and tired and crying out their essence slowly —-

A hell that is wrong and with a dark raven

That sounds like love

But is more like possession

And every day he is going insane

And drowning

And everyday it’s like a fountain

A red flowing nightmare

Cavern

Existence of Eviserated pleasures that feels unearthed as pain and is

Prison.

Where art thou Jane?

I must let you go.

Edward will always

Always adore you

And feel that perfect shared string crossed

‘Round,

He hopes you find that part of you lost

He hopes you are found.