I have no tears left the fuel is gone, I’ve broken into the reserve but the tank is empty…. don’t think that the pain is not there it still hurts like hell ….but the heart is now on autopilot trying to protect the pieces that was destroyed in the crash…. Savaging for anything that will get the heart running again.
I get nervous when I talk, it’s like someone has a gun to my head and is about to pull the trigger. My heart races my pulse quickens and my sweat glands pours my heart out like tears.
I get nervous when I talk, to give you my opinion is like cutting myself and giving you my blood…It’s hard to talk about my feelings, it’s hard to open up, it’s hard to surrender my all.
Lying in bed, the cold tears falls in sync with the drips from the window pane, freezing your cheeks, neck, shoulders and whatever it touches …but you cannot move.
As the coldness travels over your body you lay and stare at the cold drips as they begin to turn into the faces of your lost sunshine.
The faces drop, rolling into your bed to fuse onto your skin, simultaneously your veins begin to freeze over as the long fingers of reality stroke your frozen heart…yet you continue to look through the pane hoping for your sunshine as the cold relentlessly continues its travel over your body .
STOP LOOKING! You cannot see the sunshine through the cold frost on your window pane!…Frozen is your legs, thighs…stomach …the travel is steady as it covers your face…your eyelids are not yet covered in frost but you would soon close your eyes because you cannot see the sunshine, it was all a lie.