Confessions Of The Broken Hearted
Took you deep inside my tangled body where no ones ever been,
Let you run away when times got thin, and escape when I needed you
Late at night I throw up all the lies you feed me in the day and lay in a puddle of my own stupidity.
Its never been easy, its always been hard, to love you
I love you unconditionally, even when your words show no emotion, and your actions no care, I love you,
Its hard for me to hold onto someone who refuses to hold to me themselves
The first time we departed eachother was a murder of my former-self, a torture of the heart, and a breaking of the soul.
It felt like a crucifixion, a mass murder of the residents that reside inside me, a cult sacrifice selling my body forcibly to love.
Throughtout this agony and pain I look deep within you and still see a heart, still see the throbbing of it and the vigorous beating and still find my feelings crying in vain.
You are my enemy, my sickness, my weakness and this love I still provide is bitter to the taste but sweet to the mind,
Its an ironic mercy that I am bound to keep producing.
Your body is my henna and it lays thin within the concrete surface of my pores,
Your love is the equivalent to a drug addiction, killing and ripping every part of my face, body, and mind, turning me slowly to the colder side of the world where you acknowledge ill die,and be buried in a coffin filled with arogance, lost ambition and lastly no care from you....