I could feel the longing in her eyes As we spoke Each word she whispered stung and ached Like the bite of a venomous snake But every move she made had screamed With unspoken apologies Apologies for what, I did not know.
As each day passes I can feel myself slowly losing a part of my identity falling into the black abyss of insanity Once again this disease has become all consuming eating away at my mind I feed myself the same lies stomaching the pain of this decaying body Mind clouded by malnutrition Once again indulging in this slow form of suicide
What is love? If I may ask. Is it butterflies When they walk past? Is it warmth that seeps To your fingertips When they gift you With a soft gentle kiss? Is it the trust That gives you comfort Or the peace that they give you That you only used to have in slumber? Is it the bond that you share That can’t ever tear? Is it dying for the one you live for? What is love? If I may ask.