It Burns.
This feeling.
It’s turning my hopes into ashes.
My body is moving against my will.
What is this?
My mind,
You can keep it.
I feel myself struggling.
Giving up.
Giving in.
You can take it.
What’s left of me.
You can keep it.
I can’t point a finger,
I can’t lay a blame.
But if could, I’d blame you.
I’m so fucking ashamed.
Here I lay,
Clueless.
What have you done?
I didn’t ask for this-
For this feeling.
It’s burning.
It’s like a wild fire in my heart, burning away the past.
Is this love?
Or is it hatred?
Or is it a combination of both?
All I know is that it’s something.
Something that I don’t want.
So take it.
Take my mind.
Take my Body.
Take my Soul.
You can have it.
Dispose of it,
Or keep it as your own.
It’s burning away.
It’s no longer mine.
The sensation.
I can’t handle it.
My hearts beating out of time.
With the last words I Mumble,
I hope to summarize my feelings.
But there Is nothing to be spoken.
Nothing to be known.
So I’m silent.
I’m resting.
It’s being taken away.
You’re a thief.
And I’m fine with that.
Do what you may.
Because I know what this is.
And what it is,
Is beautiful.
The light.
It shines bright.
And I know there’s something else.
What that something is,
I do not wish to recall.
I love you.
I want you.
I despise you.
Just take it.
Take it all.
It’s burning.
It’s hurting.
It’s too much to bear.
You can have it.
To dispose of.
Or leave it right here.