Wednesday, August 25, 2010

His Hand

You no longer feel,
the pain he struck
across your face.

The pain that shook
through your body,
through your mind
in your head.

And you know what you have to do, leave.
But you can't.
Your addicted to the hurt.
Your addicted to this love.

Its a sick kind of love,
thats what you hear,
not what you believe.

No matter who tells you, that this is wrong.
There is no where else that you feel you belong.

But in his arms,
in his heart,
in this pain.

You refuse to let it go,
and you see that hand hit your face
over and over again.

Theres no where else you'd rather be.
Just his arms wrapped around me.

Even when you sleep you see,
the face of the devil
you scream,
you cry.

You hold it in,
refuse to get out.

When this is something you all should know about.

I trip over his feet everyday,
I try to believe that one day ill be okay.

They say to get help,
but I dont understand
All I want is to hold his hand

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