You lacerate me with your words,
sacrificing my heart on your altar at dawn.
bleeding, thrown aside as you would rubbish, expendable, no use to humanity.
You wipe my love from your hands, like a butcher cleanses his hands clean of blood.
To late I plea for compassion,
Words come out as gibberish
You think me pathetic, weak, deserving slaughter.
As my love, my pride flow down the sewer of inadequacy.
Swilled down with what little self self esteem I still grapple with.
Now, as darkness returns to the foxhole that is my world again, I curl up foetal like and attempt to patch up the relics of my heart.
Physicians cannot alleviate my pain, Holy Sacraments save my soul.
Your love alone is my physician and my priest my Saviour.
So then, let me pass on, dreaming that one day you will come to my aid
Love me, heal me and bring me deliverance.
(these are feelings that arose in me after my secret/lost love hurt me today. Please tell me what you think as I was hurt so much by her)
