My love for you only runs deeper when my eyes are blinded by the dark. Only when the colour of blood is the same as every other flow, same as any other suffering, any other pain. The vacancy inside my left chest, only sometimes fulfilled by your words or your temporary actions, but during these times, despite being completely intangible, I feel fulfilled. An evanescent feeling. And when the radiance of the sun penetrates my bagged, bloodshot eyes, a heart shaped emptiness recapitulates. My love isn't pure, neither is it dirty, it only perseveres for a sense of belonging. Home. I walk each and every day with an invisible, yet lucid, weight on my shoulders. Buckling at the knees. I wish you understood.
I'll take another pill, just to feel okay.
When your eyes would dry out from all the tears that have fallen like rain, I would be the typhoon that lifts you off of your feet, that would make words become something less of value like gusts of wind to the storm, that would allow you to understand how much it meant to see your face, like the sun, brightening the darkest caves of my heart. I'd be the damaged bricks to your broken home, I'd be the warmth in the bitter cold. But the bitter sadness is, through the solace I find through this turmoil, I understand that it was never meant to be. Like birds to run marathons. Like fish to fly. I understand that you will never be the sun to the darkest, moonless night. You'll only be the torrential rain to my sun. As it equates to nothing, I just wish one day you'll understand how much you meant and how much it meant. That one day when you understand that this is for you. S.
I'll take another pill, just to feel okay
I'll break your belief, just to push you so far away.