You scare me.
You have fulfilled a fear inside of me,
A gut wrenching,
Vomit boiling stomach fluid that fills me with anguish.
I want to leave.
You know so much,
And I so little,
Yet somewhere we meet in the middle
And decide that we can still be together.
We’re a figment of imagination,
One that I thrust upon myself.
I wish I hadn’t; I wish you hadn’t.
I want you to come and hold me
I want to be held, filled with warmth,
But there’s no such luck. There never is.
The fear comes about when we talk about the past.
You tell about your adventures and regrets,
I talk about my hopes and fears.
My mouth oozes out “I love you”
While you drink more.
You ignore the twinge---
---Too much to bare upon your own agonizing life.
The distress hits my heart,
Pushing it into a limbo,
Into a hell even I wouldn’t wish on you.
I’d only wish it if we could be together.
It’s been proven that our hearts don’t beat
As a union,
But rather in a synched rhythm,
I fall as you push.
It’s the only thing that we have down.
Everything else is silly and disdained.
It’s bleeding but clotted,
It’s blown out of proportion,
And it’s a wound that neither of us can bandage.
Yet we both pick at the scab.
Created: Nov 15, 2011Document Media