I wake up with an aching frown…
Tiny icicles scratching my throat to muteness: I can’t speak,
I hate it when you make me feel this fragile and weak!
Thoughts of black running through my head,
Maybe it should have been you instead!
The power you have over me you use so skilfully,
You break my tender soul and you do it willfully!
Like a tick you suck the blood out of my heart,
Yet I bleed and ache in agony when we are apart!
I am so sick of this cycle to the point beyond any despair,
You feel nothing towards anything yet you act like you care!
And I feel like walking away, every day I do,
I contemplate a life so far away from you!
Then again I come back, missing your illusive embrace,
Craving the color of your eyes and the grin on your face!
Please… I beg you, no more, no more!
I am dying from my head to my core!