It\u2019s 4am, yet here I sit,
Waiting for my thoughts to quit,
Round and round they fly so free,
What caused you to do this to me?
I see you before me, so ethereal,
I try to touch you, but cannot feel,
The hole in my heart seems to grow,
With each line that I let flow,
The knife in my gut is twisting more,
With each piece that hits the floor,
My walls are crashing, I\u2019m lashing out,
My love for you is beyond a doubt,
I wish it was fake, I wish I could hate,
Is this misery my only fate?
Why must you push the dagger so deep?
Can\u2019t you see my life gathering at your feet?
I hate you for this; yet love you still,
I hate the pain; yet love the thrill,
What is pleasure without pain; pain without pleasure,
This is a question I shall not measure,
If I continue loving you, my soul will die,
Why must I ensure my demise?
Your words pierce through me like shards of glass,
Everything seems to be happening so fast,
I need to escape, from you and the pain,
I need to control my heart, it refuses to be tame,
I need to hate you for everything you said,
But I love you too much, though I\u2019d rather be dead.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
It\u2019s 4am, yet here I sit,Waiting for my thoughts to quit,Round and round they fly so free,What caused you to do this to me?I see you before me, so ethereal,I try to touch you, but cannot feel,The hole in my heart seems to grow,With each line that I let flow,The…<\/p>\n