The momentum

I seen through your eyes a flower start to grow. From your brain it made its way on through the cracks in your skull, heaping on towards the sky there it started to bloom into a transparent red. Thorns so sharp the tips would shimmer among the light.I felt your hand grab every nerve within me from there you could start to turn me and through the motion it began to spin me.
I found myself seconds from death, sign your name here. You follow me like a tugging rope pulling me under the cement diluted water with the names that could have been our daughters.

I once heard screaming coming from steel rails that binds on to wooden ties, it always reminds me of the lies hidden behind the missed placed word you call love.Alone with nothing but the memory of light I saw the razor that cuts paths through my veins. A fire arose from the crevasse leaving nothing but ashes. I remember that smile the one that would drop me to my knees with my chin up as if it were a blessing from god, but yet your indecisive ways that kept me guessing. My love it grows much like the endless tree toppling over the structure bellow.

Seconds lead to minutes as minutes in to hours, there I stand each moment my love grows.
I reach to grab your arm as your presence slowly drips away. The only thing you left was single tear drop that you would wear with pride. The only thing accompanying me among the piercing cold dark is my collapsed lungs, my legs are sore as if I had been running for days. I feel my world turn, my mind begins to spin and create this uncomfortable motion sickness I unwillingly acquire.

I would stand if I knew it to be worth something so rather I lie in my dying agony. In hope to gather straight again.