Torn to Pieces by PoetryGrrrl

my love,

would you be surprised if you knew
that my every thought returns to you?
you’re the first thing on my mind when I awake,
breathing you in with every breath I take,
you’re the last thing on my mind as I fall asleep
and when I am lucky, I see you in my dreams;
you may as well be the blood in my veins,
for whenever you leave, I bleed to death
and am re-born when you return to me,
our visits too few and far between;
you’re all that I need, though you don’t see
that my heart is broken, for I will have to be
content with loving you from afar;
wanting you with all of my heart,
feeling torn to pieces whenever we part;
my thoughts are forever on you when they should not be,
for you don’t, and never will, belong to me,
and yet, knowing this, still I am not free,
a slave to what I feel and not what i think;
such hell and such pleasure in humanity.

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