You must stop paining me like this.
Do not you know how it feels to be caught in the midst
Of a passion that will not subside?
I know that, to you, I look well and alive,
But can not you see there is no light in my eyes?
Can not you hear the sadness spilling from my voice,
As though there is a river threaded through my throat?
Either talk to me when you're wide-awake,
Or don’t talk to me at all;
For every word you speak brings blood from the wounds
That you so unconsciously invoked.
I know now why love is sent by Cupid’s golden arrow;
It’s because we are struck not once, twice, or thrice, but a million times,
And each arrow sinks deeper into our bodies than before.
Aug 30, 2018
Aug 30, 2018 at 8:49 AM UTC
You must stop paining me like this.
Do not you know how it feels to be caught in the midst
Of a passion that will not subside?
I know that, to you, I look well and alive,
But can not you see there is no light in my eyes?
Can not you hear the sadness spilling from my voice,
As though there is a river threaded through my throat?
Either talk to me when you're wide-awake,
Or don’t talk to me at all;
For every word you speak brings blood from the wounds
That you so unconsciously invoked.
I know now why love is sent by Cupid’s golden arrow;
It’s because we are struck not once, twice, or thrice, but a million times,
And each arrow sinks deeper into our bodies than before.
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