Love is such a fickle thing,
yet it is something that makes the heart tick...
leaves the mind churning...
keeps the blood burning.
Laying in his arms at night
makes me feel such things.
My mind forgets the past
and those who made it unbearable.
They know who they are,
for my glaring, tearful eyes
makes sure that they won't.
The piercing gaze that
burns through them, stinging,
like shards of glass as they flail
hopelessly in the blowing wind...
it finds a way to scar their heart.
Scar it just as mine,
though my wounds will never heal.
Each gash of loneliness and insecurity
will remain seething until I can find
that sense of despair.
Only in his arms at the stroke of midnight
will I finally find solace
from this life of Hell I suffer through.
