The feeling of rejection renews itself every waking moment. Emotions of affection with only your name written on them feel like undelivered mail, stuffed and forgotten, albeit valuable. Why can't I shake off this feeling of unfulfillment that remains heavily anchored at the bottom of my heart?
I was never ready to leave, so should I?
I still hear echoes from the nursery,
Where my newest love would have cooed from.
The paint still smells wet, I remember it being a warm pink,
Did you really have to make it a den?
Every night she calls out to me,
And my breasts heavy with milk I find myself lost,
In a room full of books where she should be laying.
Around and around I walk, exasperated and aimless,
Everything looks different but her cries remain constant.
Where is my new love, she eludes me every night.
Let me hold my love and only then will I feel release.
As my world burned I found myself laughing. Confused, I felt hot tears trickle down my ashy cheeks, I had fought and lost a depressingly long battle. As my world ended, another began and the last thing I remember was hearing her first scream.
My obsession for garlic trumps all. For that reason solely we can never coexist within a close proximity of each other, for your safety of course. Your sanity is so dear to me.