Tear Away

Pain engraved in my thoughts as I try to speak on issues of the heart.

You see the problem logic and emotions don't mix. Conflicts of my sanity has me divided on insanity, grasping on the chains of reality, only willing to stay in the fantasy.

Pain muddles through my soul as I await the moment the confusion becomes clarity.

It's clear to me for all the trouble I've caused, that clarity will be devoid of me, tragic, where I see the lies in the tragedy and the truth in the mystery of your words.

You

Lied

To

Me

Pain finds me, when no one else even bothers to look,

Pain finds me.

And then what, is it supposed to be the end to this thought, or the beginning of something that is supposed to be in naught, nonexistent or naughty.

Stretch marks have scratches, battle scars of our passion, regret was the orchestra to the climax, or was regret just the climax because on the one day you didn't taste the same it was the pain from letting go that led me to the end.

If there's a method to the madness, then I'm crazy in thinking that I can replace hate with love, and ease of the pain, because I need it, it makes me thrive, and every time I touch those battle scars I see the pain in your eyes and not mine, because I've placed them on someone else

And you're stuck reminiscing

On that time you never wanted to escape from…