My mind craves your name.
It seeks your likeness in an ocean of faces.
It hungers for the shape of your ink on my pages.
It reaches for your touch,
A phantom warmth that time never changes. Am I going crazy?
Seeking your ghost in crowded rooms.
Hating each echo unless it comes from you. Maybe I am crazy...
No,
That seems wrong,
Because to feel this deeply,
This must be where the love begun.
I do love you.
No,
That sounds wrong,
The wrong pretense,
The wrong song.
Maybe this is not love,
But obsession.
My brain's twisted form of false possession.
I can't escape it;
Everywhere I turn,
There is you.
My mind seeks it in everything I do.
Every breath I take is for you...
With or without your presence.
Have these feelings become a sinful confession? I thought that love was all I could allow,
Has obsession consumed me now?
Is this love or a twisted game?
I can't tell,
They feel the same.
I don't know who I am anymore.
In loving you,
I've lost myself somewhere.

Let me write of you,
My gentle verses, while bleeding-
Raw, voiceless goodbyes.

Something in me rots,
My hate has become nature,
I'm losing myself.

Love is taxation,
I learned from your silence:
An empty heart lives.

Who I have cried for,
Was a specter with no blood.
Tears wasted like rain.

Something in me grows;
My soul finds its will, choice.
I am what I need.

I don't ever know when to leave.
I never know the right time or
The right way to face it.
Leaving you would be like writing the story Halfway through and then tossing it.
That is why I need it to be you.
Please grab my pen and say it is the end,
Or I would never leave you.
I will stay rooted to this place,
Feeding the ghost of someone I knew.
I will always cling to that hope to the day you Drop the rope.
You don't understand how much I would Endure to feel your love,
Even for a fleeting moment,
But please cut our roots before you leave.
Make it painful,
Make it bruise,
**** it so I can't even feel you.
That pain will be the reminder that I lost you. Please butcher me,
because I could never do that to you.
Pour the gasoline,
Light the fuse,
So that it's the last moment I see of you.
Because if I don't feel the burn
And see the hate,
I will sit here and wait
Until you love me again.
Please make me hate you
So I can stop loving you.
A clean break,
Though it may scar,
Is what I need,
Or it will prolong the weakest parts of me.
And yet the gasoline was poured
Without my voice ever rising.
The flames engulfing our memories,
Their ghostly dance now mesmerizing.
No whispered goodbyes,
No lingering touch,
Just the searing cut.
In the ashes, a truth;
I'm finally,
Undeniably,
Free from you.
Though the pain will linger
As a haunting memory,
I will find my peace
Without you next to me.