s t u c k .

The cold mornings are the only things that displace me out of this misery,
But out of dreams means back in this resentful reality.
As I rise the crinkling of our old sheets remind me of my the slow crushing of my heart.
This permanent headache pushes me out me sweet release.
Not today, why so much time till I finally die?
Why should  my soul alone carry the burden of a heart.

I’m broken.

Staring off into a future that never existed, I’m lost.
I sold mind, body, soul and heart to you for free and they were refused.
Worthlessness is all I feel and I’m nauseous  because the burning pain in my stomach won’t let up.
My bones and muscles are frozen in the past
My fragile mind is stunned and I’m scared it will flee with you.

The only thing working in this cracked body is a dark hunger.
I know you will soon be less than a memory.
I’m pissed off and I swear I’ll make it through just to define worthlessness to you

A cold shower to  soothe my mistakes.
And I start a new fight to stay alive today,
All day this smile tries to hold the fragments of my heart together.
And I make it through because I’m strong.

I think and I remember when my now fleeing mind warned me,
But your body, those lips, your eyes kept it tucked away in imagination,
I’m fatigued from begging forgiveness from a betrayed mind.

I was wrong for falling in love…