Conflicting Love
What if you're not sure if it's love?
I realize the hypocrisy of my actions
I utter phrases of affection and sunlight to your face
Then in confronting my fears let the shade of my character overcome me
It travels up my body like a cancerous invader
Stopping at every moment it can to feed off my past mistakes
The times I've hurt those I love the most
The times I lashed out in spite
The skin it touches becomes frosted from the cold
The mind I'm trapped in becomes oddly unfamiliar
There's no escaping this cold feeling
It sends shivers through my body colder than the breeze that passes through my hollow rib cage
Emptied of all life, only weighed down by my guilty conscience
Somehow the warmth of your words found their way into my body
Overcoming me like that first sip of coffee in the morning
Every word a drug
Every touch is fuel to rid myself of this undying sense of inadequacy
Its become difficult to tell the difference between dreams and reality
Between story and allegory
Between infatuation and the allure of your giving heart
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