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The Most Destructive Force On The Planet

To love and to be loved, that is what we all seek. Through barb wired fences and landmines I’ll continue to love you, even when it kills me. You and I never danced to the same beat, but we will always belong in the same song. unharmoniously in sync, even though our boat sank six hundred feet deep. I admit I was the iceberg that pierced our ship, I’ll never forgive or forget or recover from it. I was the young man full of hate and you indirectly absorbed all of the blows like a punching bag. If I had only known how close to the edge of losing you I really was, would I have stopped? Perhaps it would have been a cause for some pause or still maybe not.

You’ll break me with your coldness, I’ll melt you with the heat of my passionate burning heart. I see no other outcome than a painful kind of love, after all, is it not the most destructive force on the planet? Somehow I fooled myself into believing it should never be like this, but the consequences speak for themselves. Now that I think back, you weren’t half of what I thought you were. Maybe it’s my fault for ever thinking that we might be on the same team. Now I can’t say I’m sorry cause I love to dig the knife in just a little bit deeper to spite you, but I’m the only one that feels the bleeding as if I were you. Revenge is a recipe for disaster and I feel like I’m cooking up a hot batch but I’m sitting at the table alone eating it sleeplessly, like a midnight snack.

You feed me with rage and you fill me with pain, I just wanna be done with you forever and forget your name. You have this weird way of echoing in the back of my mind like some kind of subconcious, unresolved trauma I can’t get rid of. In my head, “Out Of Sight, Out Of Mind” is just a theory that holds no water. I guess there’s that sick part of me that wants to drown, the only problem is that it won’t kill me. Every breath I take pierces the wound that never heals. I’ll bet your souless heart could never comprehend that kind of pain, that’s why you’ll never know how it feels.