The jagged scars of my disquieted mind, Jolted from the asphyxia of apathy, Begin to bleed. The despair-born disease leaks Into my thirsty, eager veins, Searing a pathway into the Tenderness of my heart. The burning pressure builds, The pulsing heat unrelenting, I ache to release it, To cut through my flesh And mingle blood with air, Running down, cooling my fevered skin. Move. Move. Itching urge to move. Run. Run. Forever blindly running. Drive. Drive. Driving through the Cascades of cleansing rain - Streetlight shadow procession - Mocking my desperate striving At deliverance. Faster. Faster. Never to outrun The demons that jeer and scold. I cannot cry. Something stops me. I scream for relief That will not come. I pray for tears That will not flow. My feelings buried in the depths, Ambushed by fear, Trapped inside an Impenetrable wall. So instead I cry Rose red tears On the unforgiving pavement. Streetlights flicke...
Just because you love somebody with everything you have, doesn’t mean they have to love you back.