I cannot begin to understand
how to kill the spirit you left
inside my heart; it festers and
spreads into every recess of my body.
The key to the fires lies beneath
the mattress we slept upon
and without you there I sweat
in the throes of nightmarish visions.
Racking pain sends tremors through
every nerve leaving me with the wish
that I would never feel another thing;
if only to release me from the sorrow.
My heart has become ensnared in your
house, and I have been locked out.
No matter how much I beat upon the wood
my protests are as hollow as this illusion.
Let me go, and let me be free.
I am a bird trapped within your grasp.
I will suffocate and die if I am not freed.
Booming bombs are going off in my chest.
Fade into the past and let the sepia
cover you in my mind, so you become
nothing more than an image of before.
I need to be allowed to control my heart.
If refusal is your only response then I will tear
myself free, losing pieces in the process.
Parts of me will be gone forever, but
I will regenerate what is needed to survive.
Soft thunder echoing in the chambers
of my sterile and gutted mind where
all thoughts of you once were allowed
to reside; the pain is breaking me.
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