So many words praising rejection
of suffocating bodies in lethal passion
I’ve been hitting my head against a closed door
Unable to love and adore
For so long I was an empty shell
Roaming through my 37 autumns of Hell
Cracked opened, severed, splintered
Pretending not to feel,
Just so I could heal
From the exquisite Pain
Of Loving Them all in Vain.
All feelings I wanted to forget,
And put my soul to rest,
All emotions annihilate,
No longer willing to suffocate.
And then I saw your soul through your sad eyes,
Screaming like love in disguise,
All my dreams murdered in silence,
One last kiss as only remembrance.
And the warmth on my lips,
Your hands on my hips,
Embracing this moment,
While we’d both know the torment
that together could not be more than this instant.
I shall swallow my pride, for I knew long ago I’d never be a bride
I knew we would have no choice but to forget Soon
This one and only kiss under the Blood Moon.