You, I wish it was simple you and me.
I wish it was not possible to hurt; but yet I watch you bleed.
Scars on my own hands are many.
But as the old heal I seem to so nonchalantly tear my flesh with my corroded blade of a mind.
I miss you... I do.
So much of me loves you, longs for you, needs you.
But knife in hand; with still fresh blood on dried, I stand.
Bloody knife; blood that is not only mine.

You, do you know what I feel for you.
Why why why do you need to taunt me?
Wasn't that one whipping, as I stood naked on bended knees before you not enough?
Are you really so ignorant or are you drawn to all those who see you as a goddess?
I know not if for you love I feel.
But to you I am drawn as maggots to rotting flesh.
I devour myself, for in you I see so much of who I want to be.

You, soft, gentle, caring; you!
To you I ask; why me?
I have only pain to offer.
Pain even a heart as big as yours cannot hope to vessel.
I only hope that you will be happy.

To you, you, you.
Profound, unsure, complete.
Me, I love you.

So is this a NEW one? ;)
» theZEBRA on 2006-07-13 05:02:48

A little... morbid? I love the second stanza though.
» Dilated on 2006-07-18 01:11:15

the NEW one?? who is ur new one?? hehehe... maybe love comes with pain.. a package maybe?? i believe that when u love somebody, u wanna be a better person urself.. don't be too hard on urself.. cheers~
» dadumbo on 2006-08-06 09:57:13

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