Is It Real?
Tied:
To be bound.
I can't escape emotions.
They haunt me.
They stalk me.
They watch me.
But it isn't as if they're living in my dreams.
Just breeding there,
That's all they do.
And when my eyes close,
When my head falls back,
I don't expect them to go away.
I want them.
And need them.
My soul folds in two when I wake without it.
My heart splits in two when I wake knowing it.
Love:
An emotion.
A painful passion,
That creeps and dwells.
It isn't all you'd crave.
It's empty:
Hollow.
It doesn't matter whom you are, where you are.
It finds you.
It takes you.
It has you.
And then it leaves you
To weep:
Sorrow.
(Do I have a void?)
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*EDITS:
"A constantly painful passion," > "A painful passion"
"It isn't all you'd assume or crave." > "It isn't all you'd crave."
