Is it funny that till today I can't love another ?.
My silence holds me prisoner in my own asylum of solitude ,
while I torture myself ,
while:
I break my bones ,
I break my spirit ,
I break my soul,
by looking back at our memories trying to make myself whole.
Your voice echoes across my mind destroying my ear drums, I shut my eyes in pain and the only relief is the very thing that tortures me.
You fix me and you break me.
You love me and you hate me.
You forget me and you remember me.
All I can chant in this fortress of self destruction is,
"My love for you was always eternal ,
But
My destruction is internal!."
All this pain and this torture and I still say "I love you" ,
And I still ask do you not love me too?.