Blurred Lines

I am frustrated.
It burns through my veins. It wakes me at night. It hurts to smile.
Frustrated.
I look back at our path, I look back at our time.
Frustrated.
Why were you here?
Why did you ever make yourself known to me?
Peace.
My life before you.
Peace.
My mind unattained.
Why?
A time when life was free, a time when I used to smile.
Free.
Never could I have known that the price of my pain could be so low.
Hurt.
Every time our paths would cross, my heart would hurt for you.
My tears burned the flesh on my face. My screams pierced the depths of my soul.
It bleeds.
It hurts.
It screams.
It pains me to know that my inhale was your exhale.
Why?
Yet the answer would never change this unforgivable pain.
Why?
Would knowing allow me to breathe out every part of you in me.
No.
Oh how I wish I had never let you in, oh how I wish you had never longed for me.

Blurred lines.
Blurred pains.

Why?

It hurts.
You’re free.
My peace taken from me.

Why?

I am frustrated.
I am frustrated.
I am frustrated.

Here, alone.

Frustrated.

 

 

 

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