It boils within me.
Like a flame under a pot of crimson.
Why do you taunt me?
Why do you say such words that break my barrier?
Am I at fault?
Is this pericing darkness surrounding me, my own doing?
Like a lost sock wanting its pair, I too search for my other half buried within your jealously.
I place a hand over my chest, and feel my heart thump against it.
I am alive.
And yet the only sensation I seem to muster is rage, confusion, and sorrow.
Angry, that I allowed you to take my heart.
Perplexed, of the weary conflicts that pans out daily.
Sadden, because I know you are the one I dare not leave…
But as this story ends…
So does ours.