What a lovely night it is
to strike my head right in half
until all the words come pouring out
crammed with my thoughts of you.

Anguish and penitence
with a deluge of blood and tears
tainted the pure pages
as I delve into the deepest parts of my brain
and grub up the harrowing
yet beauteous sparks of our yesterdays.

Oh, the agony;
the ache that clench my core,
twisting and tearing and wrecking my bone,
that once again benumbed
by the memory of your crooked soul,
haunting my mind whispering,
"Love was a curse,
and your heart was a place
where it couldn't bloom."