I try to look past the trouble of my hearts pain
This train of mundane pain
Pains me so, I have let you down.
The pain sugar coated in shame so thick
The neck hangs a head, heavy in the lack of
self-respect.
The pain soothed by the game of blame, winning is easy, losing is all the same, even your finger ends up picking your name.
The pain my heart feels has consumed my chambers, heart pumps have become laborious,
So much so the thought of losing you has become dangerous.
The pain that pains my heart so, is the lack of yours threading through my soul, with you it had a home, without you we’re alone.
Ironically.
Pain is on a mundane plane of life
You were the air I needed for flight.
I try to look past the pain of my heart’s troubles.