Brokenwings20

The corner seems to be the darkest part of the room.
My back leans against the glacial wall, frozen in time.
My feet stay planted parallel and similar from each other.
I sit disturbingly peaceful, curled up in my own depression.

I can feel the room closing in, closer and closer to me.
My eyes will stay closed, to save my soul.
My heart races, pounding hard against my chest.
The fire is taking over me, I it wills within my body.

Turning my blood brown as it boils my veins.
My flesh starts to sear from the core of my skin.
My hands shake uncontrollably, pulsating from inside.
It’s taking over me and it won’t stop.

The fire pours out my eyes, coating my frame.
Up my scalp, down my body, through every fingertip.
The room is no more, its has parished in the inferno.
The flames will forever lay within my eyes.

She thrives on escaping her past regrets,
I suffer, for the wrongs that I didn’t do to her.
She runs frequently through my thoughts and dreams,
Wondering if she’s the reason for my neuroticism.
Constant running, Consistant result in sacrifice.
Yet I refuse to give in to her cynacism on relationships.
I keep going, praying for a moment of clarity,
Wondering if being the nice guy is what she wants.
She turns away, oblivious of what she has done to me,
Despising her, loathing her, hating her,
Walking out my door, where she entered through,
From where I stood, I tremble to the floor.
She doesn’t run from me, only walks slowly,
resembling sharp pains that reach your heart before it breaks.
The agonizing affliction that touches the core of your soul
It Harnesses deep inside, rotting the center.
She has no remorse with her psuedo-difficult choice,
Her feelings, focused on replacing belief with thought.
My Heart will eternally keep hold of her,
Through my door and out of my life forever.