Can this charade come to a fucking end?
Can we both say what we want to hear?
Existing is fucking miserable without you.
I know it is for you too.
(Albeit, your life is trying to convince me otherwise)
I can sense it in my stomach,
Whenever my presence
Drags itself
On hands and knees
Across your mind.
I can only imagine the anguish your body goes through.
A minute never passes
When you aren’t on mine.
Could you
Pick up the phone,
Or a fucking pen
And
Say something.
Say anything.
Sure,
I know how to use a phone.
Or write a fucking letter.
This game we are playing takes patience.
You are the cat,
I am the mouse.
If you hate me, that is fine.
I am beginning to come to terms
With that thought
As I type this out.
Hearing those words
Drift from your lips,
Will surely be a tough pill to swallow.
Thankfully,
I do not have twenty more.
I’d swallow those too.
Since you left,
I have been trapped in this nightmare.
A nightmare taking place in a forest
Drowning in snow.
My compass is broken.
My map torn to shreds.
The footprints I have left,
Are beginning to fill in.
Whenever I call your name,
There is nothing.
Nothing but the echoing silence of being alone.
So, I continue walking circles of this obscurity.
The beating of my heart,
Is nothing more than a cruel farce.
All it is doing is taking up space in my chest.
Pumping my frame
With oxygen rich blood is secondary.
Which means all this shit is pointless,
Since you aren’t here with me.
If I must continue to endure this Hell on Earth,
Then you may as well banish me to the second circle.
Where the souls that gave their life for love
Are cast away
For the rest of eternity.
It seems proper for me
To walk amongst the hapless martyrs
That believed love was worth dying for.
Because I cannot
Keep living a life
Where acting like not having you
Is something I should accept.
About the Creator
Kyle Ross
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