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Starving for closure, choked by the rope of regret
laying drenched in hopeless tears, & fear is a blanket over us.
I feel like there is a rope around my stomach,
wrapping around my esophagus,
all the way up into my throat..
it tightens without warning.
sometimes I can't remember who I am..
spitting up blood. can't stand...
on my knees, looking up to you..
why did you turn & walk away..?
guess I wasn't thinking ahead far enough..
lost love, tough luck.
if I had a cut for each time I regret not giving more then I felt I could..
these sheets would be completely stained red..
but I guess we all screwed up.
over time, i'll be able to cut the line...
i'll be able to tie together the ends of these loose knots..
closure will come to me, whether awake or asleep..
it will crawl down my throat, & rip out that fucking rope!
no more blood, just bile..
the impurities enter & leave as I encounter endless trials..
vortex of hesitation, it never pulls you in, but continues to drain you of all it can..
spinning around in the middle of no where,
no gravity, no constriction..
maybe this is why i'm choking & crying out for oxygen..
