Cleaning Out.

What am I doing, living to see you smile?

Burning flesh, melted wax, scratched out faces.

My mother would be ashamed of my negative deluges.

I am sinking into headaches and fate-less woes.

Should I have listened, I would have never met you.

But in this state of mind, fear comes alive.

What good is fear to me if I have lost everything?

You drifted in, I fell at your sight,

And you have me under your spell so sweetly.

But what hold do I even have on you?

I can't put you in ink nor caress the love I feel!

You of all I have gained I wish to never lose.

Author's Note

07.01.2014