As I lay quietly in my bed and pull my covers, the faint smell of your skin reaches out to me. I am unmistakably lost, helplessly in love, I knew it way before I could admit it. It's pointless to resist, but how could I ever give in?
In this dark room angst, hate and passion pile in, pressing against my chest while I roll and turn. It's all blurry and the lines that divide good from bad fade away in my feeble attempt to break lose.
This isn't fair. Don't you think I know that already? This time is not like the ones before, I can't stay, I can't explain and it's tearing me to pieces inside. This time, what I thought to be under control has taken over. We never listen though, they tell us not to play with fire or we might get burned, and not only burned, I caught fire. Do you want to know the worst part? I know you know, but you wish you didn't.
This is why I can't give in, I can't talk, cry, yell... or even whisper. Maybe you are right, maybe my words are all hollow. I feel drained...
Perhaps if just disappear...
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