Love's planned-out pain.

Thistle thistle
roll-of-the-tongue lemon meringue spittle
Sweet-scented whistler lost like a broken arrow
the machinations of the midnight sparrow

The veins of time
took a joyride on a cooked-up crime
I like that I've become a speckled pebble
wizened by the rain

Chronic, irregular arrythmia
vagrancies very varied by my vitreous tibia
All-nighter fighting fire
fueled by my ire
This will be the last time that I take that chance with you
It seemed like I sprinted slowly 
only I was lonely by your side

You once provided oven-baked joy
held by a thread that belonged to a toy
Distant dependencies fed from your palm
gate-keeper day-sleeper controlling the calm.
Cobbled and cindered and cooked and splintered
The rest dissolved by your beautiful eyes

I took it in thirstily as if my soul were dry
but it was only perforated.
Poor, poor spirit had no retention 
I'm sick of it(now that it's mentioned)
being hollow
Swallowed
by the promulgated, 
a pennies-worth
perpetuated
Love's planned-out pain.