Physical Pain As a Luxury
So i inhale, and almost choke trying to breathe out, when i realize;
i'm the physical couonterpart of this emotional wreck
I crash into him someway loving the pain we seem to create
Sanity will never define this, the definition is insane
Wanting to let go, only if you will allow me to become what you've made
Whats the extraction of my pain?
Engraved onto my heart the story of the game
Addicted to the plays
An attic of the rules we've made
This blade watched him carve his name into my heart
No explanation as to why his voice pumps blood into my veins
You broke the rules and left the blade
My mind a maze;
Now every corner i turn i see his face or hear his name
Please leave, just let me be
Even now that your gone your in every one of my dreams
How could this be?
This hurts more than any physical pain; i would die for that luxury
Infatuated with his love
Never thought to be a need
My tears a mute witness of my screams
Why me?
Copyright © Napua Nelson | Year Posted 2012
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