Deep

I'm dying inside. 
Shredding to pieces. 
Open me up. 
There's a dark empty hole. 
Deep enough to bury a thousand souls. 
The remains of a thousand lifetimes,lay bare,unyeilding. 
Fatally murdered by love. 
Love lost and not returned to sender. 
Painfull enough,one by one, surrender. 
I'm crying as I cringe in fear or getting deeper. 
I pay no soul. 
The cost of life; much cheaper. 
Cold and empty; with days 
Gets much colder. 
If my head had a heart,I'd lay it on my shoulder. 
Once unbareable,but it hurts no more. 
Just to remember love, 
I'd patch my heart and leave a sore. 
Numbness hurts even more. 
No feeling to explore. 
Just a memory of what was in your chest, 
Now in your head. 
I'd rather hurt, 
Than be dead. 
It's painful memories, 
But only in ur brain, 
If ur heart had sensation, 
U'd feel the pain. 
Ur paralyzed in a sense, 
Yet there's no sense of feeling there. 
Ur brain appears disconnected from ur heart and body 
So there's no feeling anywhere but up there. 
Dying of love,with no possible cure. 
And ur so deep, 
U can no longer endure. 
So u've lost. 
And only can remember what was 
As if love were a crime, 
And now u have to pay the cost. 
An endless rope can't pull u free 
Ur in love deep & dangerously. 
Painful memories. 
An indication of a hole so deep, a thousand lovers can't fill

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Copyright © Kayla Bateaste | Year Posted 2012

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