My soul disintegrates to dirt. I lay, lifeless and long forgotten,
with nothing but numbness; only cold and desolation surround me now. How do I
breathe, when my only reason for breath has forsaken me and shattered the
foundation of my livelihood? Is there no justice in this life? Over and over, I
made leaps and bounds; continually I hopped through hoops; I gave my all for
you. Over and over – You pulverized me, continuously. You never gave me any
reciprocation of my unconditional and undying love; you were cold and callous. You
left me alone, withered in agony and dismay, to rot; my soul, but a pile of
earth, disintegrated over time. I had no control as my logic and reason took a
steady decline into insanity; the blissful ignorance was a welcome blindness to
your idiocy and selfishness. I see the ways in which you have used me and
battered me; I see my soul lifeless next to me; I see my life ending of my own
discourse. Yet, I want to hold you. I
want to tell you all the ways in which I love you so. I want to fuse our
livelihoods together in a burning desire, that of which we have yet to satisfy
to the extent of our togetherness, which will weld a perfect sanity in our
imperfect insanity. I want wholeness with you when we are but many pieces
shattered separate. Our distance is troubling. I no longer feel your warmness
and see your soul. I can understand your heart no longer, as if it no longer is
mine. My soul bleeds a poison black. There is no reason for fighting; an
imperial relapse in all aspects of life is on the horizon. Where do I begin?
Where do I end? How in the world do you expect me to complete myself when my
perfect completion was your imperfection? Without you , I am soulless.
