Like a muscle over worked from too regular under use- I ache.

Skipped stretches, no cool down, seizing from the exertion. 

A weight in the back of my throat pulls me down. 

Heavy and loaded, my voice is tight.

Down deep into my chest my lungs heave against the heart that aches.

My heart sits like a stone. 

A magnet:constantly pulling towards you. 

A solid piece of iron core that sends searching fields of pull outwards, feeling for the reach of you. 

 

To disentangle this magnet from you, 

to move outside its  reach requires such force, such power, such energy that I am left without. 

My body aches for you when you are gone.

My fingers find nothing to hold, my mind misfires over and over, my heart is dense and dark.

 

I get moving again, 

the cramp subsides, 

the muscles release. 

But still I feel the residue. 

 

I carry on, yet carry along, 

this agonising anguish, this pain. 

This ache I have, a side effect of bliss.