Leave me and let me be.
Let thy touch no longer fuel my
passion, let thy words no longer haunt my ears. Let thy actions no longer cause
my heartache, and let time heal these wounds within. No longer can I allow thy
kisses, for with each kiss I feel the poison seep into me.
And how sweet thy poison is.
Thy poison is bittersweet, for
with it brings sadness and intense grief, for thy poison binds me to you with
each kiss. For with each kiss, our souls connect and I feel what you feel, and
that intertwining of souls makes each one vulnerable to the aches and pains of
the other. And I feel my soul wax and wane with thy soul’s waxing and waning, and
I am no longer in control of my emotions.
I am free of control, and I
relish it.
There is a wall within thee, and
it contains a darkness I cannot fathom. And sometimes the darkness seeps
through those cracks in the wall and it consumes thee. And during these times,
it is as if a stranger has replaced thee, and I almost fear that strange man,
for he cares not for my heart, or seems unable to.
Come back to me, and replace
these broken pieces.
Let me remind thyself that love
often comes with sorrow, and bits and pieces carefully strewn within the nooks
and crannies of our passion, and above all, the words written come from the
unpredictable fluctuations of a soul drained of emotion. And emotionless souls
are not worth the paper they write on.
