21 August 2012

The moment when I breathe your scent in the air,

I think, "Who am I to open a heart, to make it care?"

My thoughts seem to fly through one ear and out the other,

Just dreaming of a sadistically emotional smother,

It's as if something inside me rips -

A tiny part of me trips - flips -

Locked away,

Held in something's evil grips -

A HOLE

Where you should be,

But I wonder if it is YOU that would make me whole,

Or that when you leave, I become an amputee,

And yet,

Here

I

Lay

Wishing you would stay.

naaviieAmputee • Opuss № I