Your love drops me to my knees,

Begs me to say "please."

Cuts like a thousand mirrors shattered.

My heart tattered.

I look for the escape

And in my mind's eye

You come at me with blade upended.

Your love crushes

As it rushes the breath

From my lungs.

I climb these rungs

Of my life

Attempting to escape.

I hate

The way I feel,

Unreal

No zeal.

12/19/2007

Posted on 12/19/2007
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