And now I’m left with the scars of my last embrace. But somehow it hurts more now than when I was holding on to you. I don’t understand why. How could the emotional pain be worse than the physical pain? And why did I let it get to me? I’m letting you go too far away from me. Hearing her name had brought on…
Verbal Stigmata
From three words,
Like razors in my mouth,
They make me bleed.
Can’t swallow or I’ll get sick.
I must concede
So I’ll spit it out.
I admit my sin to you
I’d kept this truth from you.
Forgive me…
For what may seem cruel fate,
Became a necessary feat
To prove I would die for you.
To behold I had to be reborn.
And before I knew it,
I was pierced through the heart by you.
For a moment the truth hurt.
The truth I now bleed for you.
The truth is…
I love you.