Why is my heart, still,
So affected by his presence?
This jump, this flutter, this sick, trembling feeling?
Though his visage disgusts me,
His essence tempts me still.
Climbing farther, I can't grasp a foundation.
I can not hold on, move on, see far enough to feel.
I can not distinguish what is real from
This feeling drenched in a pain that bites
With merciless teeth, yet only just breaks the skin.
Bloodless and broken,
I have no stable ground.
I will not live through this.
It was so much easier when he just disappeared.
Why must he linger?
Tuesday, October 25, 2005
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