Sometimes it burns to swallow... [edit]

The times we had together are gone,
but memories will always remain,
like bloodstains of Macbeth, I can almost,
feel your breath as the wind whispers,
your name, I'm sick of this game,
I want you back, but it seems you cut no slack,
but that's the way you are, and I wouldn't want it any other way,
but how can things stay, this way,
it's so crazy insane, hearts overtaking our brains,
it makes no sense, except in my gut, I wish,
I could just call you a slut, but you're the perfect one,
at least in my eyes, as I try to reflect and reminisce,
rather than cry or wallow in self-pity,
I miss you, because you'll always be here with me.

These memories I've hidden, rise unbidden,
so long I've tried to control, but on the whole,
I've been unsuccessful, please forgive me,
this time I've been wearing my heart on my sleeve,
viewed through the tangled web we wove,
as you ripped at me, tore at me,
because you could, as we felt nothing,
we each shoved harder, masochistic, sadistic pleasure,
I fear we're too connected to each other to forget,
So shit, I'll embrace it, each bitter memory,
and savor the burn as I swallow, and face my deepest fears.