Why

If feeling is breathing

There is no meaning in living

Why I hurt you and why I lied

Why the feelings just twisted inside

Why the pain never materialized

But in you it turned a thousand cycles

Why my love for you never died

But changed a hundred times.

When you cried

It broke my heart

When you lied

I was distraught

But nothing compares to the feelings when

I realized I hurt you then

And then again and all through those times

Again and again and again

Heartless, cold,

I was possessed.

I was possessed.

But possessed by what?



What demons were living in my core?

What heartless beings of blood and lust

Would tear you apart so?

I still don’t know.