Losing it.

I want you to hear me...
Come on... feel me...
hear my trembling voice cause my lips quiver with pain...
my hearts bleeding and screaming has got my vocal cords shorted ... I tried to vent but my cutlass is running out of canvas for a cold kiss...

I wish i could love you perfectly ,
show you how much my heart wants your heart to feel like it is being hugged by a soft warm pillow ... as though it was taken out on a picnic with butterflies flattering by that will leave you smiling for a while... that smile like that for a sight for sore eyes ...

But you can't see me !!!
You keep comparing me to some guy you created!!!
I AM NOT HIM!!!

Gosh it hurts...
It really hurts ... it hurts as though Satan found his favorite torturing subject, but I've been subjected to this from the get go.
If time heals all wounds , it has done the opposite for me...
Every breath i take feels like I am inhaling fine glass... which means every memory cuts on my lungs cause history is made every second and there is no second guessing so internal bleeding is an understatement ....

I do not expect you to understand cause you have back problems and cant bend that low... nor can you use a magnifying glass cause you refuse to see eye to eye ... I would give you the manuel but honestly nobody really reads those anymore ...
                             I lost it ........ cause now i can bearly find you at all....

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If you buy a rib and you totally enjoyed it . "Best rib ever".
Once the rib is done and you come back and order rib again whilest lingering over the taste of the previous rib .... the value of the rib you currenly have is lost cause you are so hungover on how great the other rib was that you do not get to taste the and see the value of the one you have now ...