Friday, February 1, 2013

It's not what you think.

You have broken me.

You have broken me and I do not want to be around you.
and yet still you call out to me.

With little regard for my discomfort you, smile.
You shine your beauty on my rainy day.
I am sunburned and you embrace me?
Why must your face be at every turn?
Why do you bring this flood of emotion?

You broke the dam and caused this flow to wipe me all away
I am swept from ground at your entrance.
THIS IS MY SPACE.  I need room to breath
and as I run
                     What do I smell?
You find a way for your aroma to infect the air.

There is no space of safety from you
your voice whispers me awake
your hand pulls me from sleep
your smell forces memory over dreams
your likeness, an obstacle to my rest
and in my diminished state
all I taste is bitterness.

Why? Why must i be so broken by you!?!

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