Beneath love, always.

Something inside me shifts, upon the thought

of you.. You, as in the ghost that haunts me,

sweetly; Severely sums up the actuality.

 

I fall deeper into your grasp, despite

the fact you loathe to hold me.

You are a lingering parasite.

 

Viciously raping my thought process,

no progress... I remain yours, you

remain missing. Nothing new, to me.

 

Never brushing your rough fingers,

across my cheek, or showing

any kindness within your rough outlook.

 

I am trapped in regret, and love

that drowns me, not you... me.

I sink deeper beneath you.