a stream of unconsciousness
I eat myself as if I were my words,
every slip of speech a new deformity.
Every mistake a new piece of pain
fitting into a evergrowing puzzle,
a false labyrinth designed for me,
I've got too many tears, that flow out
night after night, new emotions that well up
explode from my eyes and
lacrimate into a world of beautiful chaotic chemistry.
Unexpected reactions take me by surprise,
filled with unknowns that I can't reconcile,
What is it that makes love evaporate?
I'm stuck wondering where I went wrong,
what I could change,
how I've changed,
how I want to change everything for her.
But these are meaningless when the real questions are
What is it that really drives me towards
being in love with someone, once discarded?
How long can I keep up this silent act?
while the words expand in my lungs,
all of their pressure pushing on my walls,
their intensity growing
beyond the breaking point.