hurtful twinges
filling up every
corner of my
expanding coroner’s
disease; debilitating,
destroying, until
what’s left of me
is nothing

hurtful twinges
crashing down every
space of my
suffocating mental
affliction; desperate,
decaying, until
what’s left of you
is nothing.

a specific kind of hurt

My Heart, in chains..
The heavier it grows
The more, it's restrained

Careful, my little one
Don't you grow fonder
For I fear,
It may be torn asunder..

My heart, in chains
Careful my little one
Not to love any further
For I fear 
It would twinge like no other..