i hate every aching second 9289

I cant help but hate every particle of this
All these mild scenes and the filling in betweens my brain
Does automatically
While my heart thumps in rhythmns not even Picasso could understand
I can hear it
It’s all I can feel

i can taste my own saliva and retrace every moment
categorized by the same vain consequence
and every minute’s breath
aimed to maintain the best face possible
the best smile I can muster
no confidence
I feel wrecked
Like a deserted island
Who’s fruits were too plentiful
To keep both a man’s feet on the ground at the same time
Abandoned  in order to protect
Both

And time is my only enemy here
I know I can find grace and comfort in it’s twisted hands
But the clock ticks so slowly here
As if every aching second foils every single second
When you were here, to hear it
Tick with me

I am left, in ruins
Cursed to subject myself to every morning
Waken up without you

Your face and your touch and the scent of your skin
Lives on every night in torturous visions
That haunt me
And sooth me
And take all the pains of the day away
Until I wake up
Until I wake up

Only until I wake up
I feel okay