Attempt 1004

I know it's all been said before

But here's to attempt one-thousand-and-four.

Hopefully it finally sinks in, deep, somewhere,

So that perhaps you might finally care

That a heart like mine rendered into shreds

Is a heart that's still beating; far from dead.

These many peices that make up me

Loved you completely. Loved you fully.

And for some sick, stupid reason, loves you still

Against all judgments, against all will

Defying all odds and stretching on

Despite the fact I know it's wrong.

Do you know how frightened I constantly feel?

And how I know the danger is real?

That I would suffer the world's cruelest censure

If I could taste you, and taste that pleasure

That is you. Simply you. Forever, you.

Now tell me, what the hell am I supposed to do?