And so it is, the end has come
my head voluntarily disconnecting
while my heart struggles not to feel
as I turn off any love I've ever felt
Like a faucet, it will drip
until the last drop has bled out
and the neural walls I build, set in place
love is not our home any longer
Love is a place others go, seeking comfort
and acceptance, but not I
I will seek out every dark and quiet corner
love is not welcome here, not now or ever
Oct 20, 2014
Oct 20, 2014 at 5:29 PM UTC
And so it is, the end has come
my head voluntarily disconnecting
while my heart struggles not to feel
as I turn off any love I've ever felt
Like a faucet, it will drip
until the last drop has bled out
and the neural walls I build, set in place
love is not our home any longer
Love is a place others go, seeking comfort
and acceptance, but not I
I will seek out every dark and quiet corner
love is not welcome here, not now or ever
