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Maybe if I stop breathing I’d no longer suffocate
from your complexity. And maybe if I stop living
I’d no longer die from your indifference. Tell me
how I can stop this pain you keep on inflicting
if I can’t stop crawling back to you. Tell me, honey,
am I so unworthy? I am tortured by your touch,
for every collision of our hands does not even
feel so real. I bleed each time we kiss, every lingering
kiss that penetrates my soul with your lack of
sincerity. I am confusing your lust with love. Tell me
how to make this pain go away if I keep on calling
out for you. Help me separate my emotions from the
things we do, I can not fathom how I fall into your
deceiving kisses. You don’t even tell me you love me.
Am I to blame?

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