Bitter Sweet.

Oh, how the emotions,

Do tear at my heart.

Rending the flesh from my bones,

Whipping with tortureous and 

Cutting precision.

While squeezing all breath

From my body.

And constricting the blood,

Which boils in my veins,

Bringing more pain

Than I ever could know.


For a short while I regain control,

And the burden of torture is lifted.

Then once more, you walk through my brain

And the emotions will reclaim their hold

To tear me apart once again.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

As always, for a special man.

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nightlight1220's picture

Well expressed. Hang in

Well expressed. Hang in there. ♡♥♡


...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."

"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "


sweetwater's picture

Thank you, I certainly shall,

Thank you I certainly shall, unrequited love is the most painful of all - writing it down helps. :-) X