tossing.
turning.
I see you every time I close my eyes.
tears burn me.
a ache chills me.
I'm better off dead.
the thought of love.
this sickness called love.
I don't want it.
if this is love? take it from me!
the tears I cry can't be carried away by the rain.
yet I look out my window.
into the void.
agony I can't tame.
sweet kiss of toxicity.
if I die for you? will I go insane?
your porcelain skin.
your blue eyes.
things that made being calm things that can now make me deranged.
yet I was infected.
contagious by your touch.
drowning by your lips.
yet I kill just to forget you.
every night dreams of you leaving me to ache.
hell.
yet I found it in my bed.
alienated by the cold of a half empty bed.
you already gone.
not a moan.
not a whisper.
suddenly my life just dragged on.
living with the hurt.
the exit wound that doesn't fester.
yet it bleeds fresh.
this ache.
this disease aimed to kill me.
it's called heartbreak.
can you really just forget about me?
is this our destiny?
this agonizing lovesick tragedy.
as I thought you cared.
apparently I was wrong.
wanting heaven I got hell.
and I still did nothing wrong.
yet I laid back.
staring into space.
feeling nothing but this ache.
this profound heartache.
©darkmocha
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