I was not born for happiness
This time
I'm gonna keep me all to myself
And he makes me want to hurt myself again
Pagan Poetry - Björk
Torn upon myself
I catch hearts half way;
They are to meet
Minds.
Reason dizzies me away
From what I should feel.
Emotion drives me mad
Away from my senses.
And I fall over again.
Kiss.
Touch.
Fuck.
Sleep.
Drink.
And I fall to my forbiddance
Of love,
Of joy.
And I thrive.
Once more
the expectation.
The line of thinking
Drags me
Into the upcoming
Trembling of hands,
Of a bearded scratch
On my neck,
Of someone to desensitize
The pain
I believe to feel.
I have felt the ashes
Bursting into the wind.
I will play my pretended piano
On my skin.
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