Isn’t it enough

Isn’t enough

That I cut my heart open and bled

Tore my clothes and wept

Put ash on my head and crawled

Leaving pieces of broken heart wherever I went

Haunt me no more, lover

Leave me be

Torturer of my soul

Let me forget you

Haven’t I paid the price

Such a high currency

For such a short time

But you are nowhere to be found

This voodoo at your hands

Paining me from a distance

Far away from me

Your power is locked in my heart

Keeping me longing for someone no longer there

Isn’t it enough

I gave you my all

Shall I be doomed to wait on a love that won’t return

I owe you no debt

But I keep giving in vain

Hoping with no hope

Gaining nothing

Dressed in black

Mourning one to whom I am dead

This walking corpse wishes for the life you took with you

When you disappeared

Your absence a reminder of what was lost

Isn’t it enough


About samlobos

I am an avid fan of creating narratives in my head about random experiences and quotes for future books I will probably not write. I harbor a 15 year old girl in my psyche and like to solve world issues when I'm half asleep. View all posts by samlobos

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