This Must Be Insanity

This must be insanity


Inside of my chest
The bitter decadent meat[font=Georgia]
of this empty pit still aches
A deep seeded pain remains
where this hole has formed
Now covered with dying flesh
Ripped and torn
like a scar

This

I think this is where my heart used to be
where it maybe once pumped color because
It hurts
Every time I hear your name
Just the other day
rummaging through lost articles
old and crinkled
Love letters
from back in the day
Back when you still
used your real name
Just the shaken particles
Laying dead on the rug
all that's left of our love

This most likely is crazy
I think in most cases
where there is an overall
loss of communication
typically people move on

The fact is
we have not
spoken in ages
They say with time
your wounds will heal
but years later

I'm still dying here for you
you are no less now,
than then the most
prevalent force in
my gravitational field
There is nothing that
compares or even comes
close to your significance[/font]