Questioning all the hurt you once felt
Wondering if love could occupy a dark place that self identifies as "heart"
Wanting to let go of a past that once tormented your every slumber
its hard to conquer something you never knew exsist

I'm tired of feeling your hands instead of his. I'm remembering and shattering and losing myself to the pain. Get out, get out, get out.

At some point you shut down
       In fear of it all
At some point you tremble with pain
       causing you to fall
A glimpse of your past
Awaiting your return
Ignoring it while your flesh still.   Yerns

Casual and confusing
Hurtful and decieving
               Love
     The opposite of it all
The true form of passion
      What I envy the most

I have become a comical blend of dis-function and lust