Fighting a losing battle... sanity and serenity..
The mirror holds my one true enemy, is it me..that drives you away
The same me who begs you to stay..
Like a pair of scissors being pushed and pulled at the same time..my chest and wrist bleed from the same line...
Because..my..heart..is..on..my sleeve...
Words uttered in darkness cause the most pain..
Because when you're vulnerable they never hit you the same..
Every vowel that makes up the sounds used to pronounce nouns, hit like 44 caliber rounds...aimed for the heart
So as we lay engulfed in dark, listen...I Love You.