Wednesday, February 27, 2013
Impenetrable the force, an awaken of senses, of self. To know the burning truth, but to be seared by it’s horror. I tell you unconditional as I bury you under expectation. I hurt you for hurting me for breaking the illustrious status of forever. Oh, how I want to hate you, to loath you, but the fire that burns is the same passion and it always tricks me. That burning truth. What you are in constant contest with what I swore. How can I love me if I love you? How can I know what you do to me and still devote? The fire sears my mind, and the smoke clouds my judgement. Yet, there you are, to remind me of what it is. What it is that binds me, that holds me to this place as you burn me alive.