Do I or don't I? It's a double edged sword And I'm cutting myself with both sides. It's a comfortable torture, Which is horrifying in itself. Tonight I dance with self inflicted silence Again; and I forget to breathe. Every second petal fell... Screaming HE LOVES YOU NOT. Where do I fall from here? Memories rush of times when I let blood dry Night after night again on my thigh. He was there, but what constellation do I call home now?
You are my home, my heart and the stars. What have I done? It feels cold; so cold and the air is fragile When you're silent. But my flat lining heart isn't as quiet as I'd like.