Love
The sick feeling increases and I cry.
Bubbling to the surface once more, I sway and wail to the sky my unending pain.
Nothing hurts so much as the pain of your rejection and I will myself to forget.
Mounted on your pike I scream, as the churning is forgotten and my wishes for death are not granted.
No reprieve is given and the body no longer cares, I struggle little and let the weight of it carry me further down into the mire of my pain.
As curious as I was I now regret the love showered and like the flower in the coming night, I close my petals and sigh once in a final salute to the dying of the sun.
Bubbling to the surface once more, I sway and wail to the sky my unending pain.
Nothing hurts so much as the pain of your rejection and I will myself to forget.
Mounted on your pike I scream, as the churning is forgotten and my wishes for death are not granted.
No reprieve is given and the body no longer cares, I struggle little and let the weight of it carry me further down into the mire of my pain.
As curious as I was I now regret the love showered and like the flower in the coming night, I close my petals and sigh once in a final salute to the dying of the sun.
11 years ago