Void of a thousand goregous emotions,
you whisper to me,
but not for a moment am I held.
the size of these shadows,
which roll over my dreams,
flattening them into unrecognizable states,
from beneath them I can see little.
I want him, but I love another,
You want me, but why bother with the details?
I recall how I felt only months ago,
Before you, before them,
Now they pound on my heart,
Demanding it open up,
And I shake, in one place.
Time robs me of all decisions,
or atleast the ability to make them.
I am as delicate as a rose,
And he is as strong as iron.
You stand somewhere in between,
walking a line I can almost see;
Their words drive me to scream,
and I wonder if these visions are delusions.
This production, acted out so well,
is only for show.
Me, the lone actor in the spotlight.
My voice quavers, yet I sing on.
"Yes, I love you,
only not in the way you wish.
Yes, I want him,
But I do not desire his kiss."
I thought they were essential,
Yet I find them obselete.
This eternity of bittersweetness,
is far from milk and honey.