Stitches torn open on this heart of mine.
Your voice echoes inside my mind.
Dreams of memories flash before these eyes.
Pain and agony strangle me.
Evoking a misguided, tender voice.
I’ve blurred these images
And lived on before.
But this time I’m stuck on this (******),
forsaken floor.
My facade has shattered down.
This pathetic creature is left behind.
One you’ve always known to hate.
I wish that now I could escape.
This demon that I own and know so dear.
That leaves me shivering, quivering in fear.
The last breath of you draws so near.
Yet, I inhale.
Keeping the dream of you alive.
Afraid to let the years pass by
Without admiring you once more.
Afraid to close this lingering door.
Willing to believe anything to be by your side.
(Still I’m stuck crying, wanting to die.)
Oh how I’ve grown to love and hate.
Your beautiful.
Your ugly.
Your “**** me”.Face