Flashes of these memories
Are like sharp pains in my side,
A migraine with the sun in my eyes.

I'm bleeding from the inside out
From the mark you left.
A mark I once treasured, now hate.

You read each page of me,
Said you loved who I am,
But you quickly left,
As if I carried the spawn of your unborn beast.

I would go the distance for you.
Turns out you are not my Hercules.

You cut my Achilles' heel.
I fell, hoping I wouldn't feel the sharp rocks
Our relationship built, hoping I wouldn't feel
The broken heart that I obviously now own.

I am told that time is suppose to heal all wounds.
Well time is too **** slow.