…
I’ve done you wrong,
I know. But that doesn’t
Mean hurt me more than
I deserve.
I’ve done you wrong,
I know. But that doesn’t
Mean hurt me more than
I deserve.
Thinking hurts
When you refuse
To understand
What I’m saying.
Breath in,
Then out.
Keep breathing,
Increase weight,
Repeat.
I’m sorry
I can’t
Be there
For you…
I’m lying here.
Lying,
Waiting,
Craving.
You know I like it.
It’s been awhile.
But you know I like it.
I love it.
I want it again.
I don’t know
How to feel
Anymore.
When you
Hurt, I hurt.
Why can’t the
Hurt stop?
Like a knife to your heart,
It hurts more because they
Won’t fix it, even when you
Ask them.
It’s sometimes worse than cheating,
What makes you jealous…
They see as okay.
The fraying fibers of spun rope
Bind a heart to rails in the path of
A speeding freight with a man watching
From afar running, running, running
Ever nearing his goal of claiming the
Heart so he can finally find his love
Without mindlessly being guided astray,
He can never reach his love, the train
Will speed by without a second thought
Destroying his life as he knows it and
Throw the man into an abyss of self
Hatred and depression until he drinks
His love’s final thoughts to death.
Should I consider myself half full?
Or half empty?