in this headspace i cling to sanity
i want to give into weakness
& return to the comfort that choked me at night,
throw my arms around despair
& dance with the devil,
gripping on his aged old wings
that fallen with him as he sinned,
we were not supposed to end like this..
mayhap if my eyes grind on your inner fears
i could passionately spare you the fate,
of our inevitable end?
my mind caresses our goodbye
& converts it into heartfelt kisses of forgiveness,
i know this is a meritless fantasy
picking apples from that forbidden tree,
i entertain the idea of intertwined hearts again
what am I supposed to do when i'm left clueless?
digging deeper holes in hope
got dang it i burn for our return,
but our love is scrambled puzzles
look at me, rambling again & again
when will this agony of love end?
Through my long awaited breakup I enter into the stage of missing what once been, knowing I’ll get burned if I play with fire. I have to remind myself why I should not go back, while also acknowledging why my heart aches to return to what I once knew. The familiarity calls us all at some point. Just have to be stronger then the call of old disillusioned love..