Category: Writers Block
Can't Feel You
I can't read the things you wrote,
the language is too harsh,
and yet I use them to abuse myself,
the daggers that you've thrown.
At night they are displayed
high upon my wall,
and by day when the blood shines in the deceptive sun,
their cold steel rests firmly in my heart.
The loss of blood is agonizing,
anemia weakening my soul;
the empty hole you've left in me
shows no signs of repairing.
I can't find you anymore,
your voice has faded away.
Where once your laughter opened doors,
your silence has locked them all.
I remain alone in this cell, dreaming of your return,
how would it be, who are you?
Did I ever know you at all?
I wonder what you're doing now,
if someone has taken my place,
a place you said I took for granted,
yet not an easy pair of shoes to fill.
But if all is right in your world,
each time she lays with you,
she ought not forget that the safety of your arms
is merely an illusion.
I can't touch you anymore,
my soul is on fire,
the flames climb higher each day
and your chaos has become my own.
How long will it be
before I succumb to what you asked of me?
Something I could never be,
or just another sacrifice?
A day when all your fog is not clouding my mind
will be a day that I can fight
and finally let you go;
but I can't feel you anymore,
and that's what hurts the most,
when we became pilots of the stars,
we set ourselves up for failure.
We thought we had it all, chose upon which constellations to reside,
only to crash and burn
and lose our home, our pride.
So go on, keep hating me,
it's all the same to you:
but remember who it was that came
to take you away from you.
I only did my best, and it wasn't good enough,
goodbye, good night, I love you.
That's more than you can say.