Grotesquely grueling
I'm afraid.
You're the best part of me.
Without you I'm cosigned to oblivion.
Is it about loving a character--who we think a person is?
I'm still me,
even if
I'm not who you thought I was.
Do you
really love "me"
or just a feeling
you thought was love?
The sun
shadows darkness
in my days.
At night
there is no star to follow.
Without
magnetic north.
My compass is missing compassion.
Worthless
Lost in the absence of priceless, irreplaceable.
A loathsome beast,
that's what I was before
knowing this suffering that is love.
For the few
moments of joy
with you.
Though
fleeting
happiness
only serves as memory,
why do we live to recreate that?
To feel alive
Make me feel alive again.
Without you,
I fear
returning to the grave.
Bring beauty into my life again.
Return with your light.
Recharge me once more.
You humanize me.
A grieving graceless gruesome ghost grabbed by grotesque grueling,
of without you.
Til exhausting this vehicle, and the spark finally gives out.
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