Too many Times

(randomness)

©Spring C Hyde

I've thought of your smile, smothering mine with a slight kiss,
touching my soul with fingertips tainted with scorned love.
I've ached for those very fingers to scorch my being,
burning yourself into my core, making me yours

.....one.......syll*a*ble.....at.....a.....time.....

break me, make me bend to your whim,
create your slave based on unhinged rivalry.
Tear me open and ravish me,
Leaving nothing but crumbling sanity behind.

Make me reach out into the darkness,
Grasping for the coldness you’ve become,
Reach into my existence and rip it from me
So that I only need you,
that this aching in my heart will be yours and yours alone.

And when you’ve heard me cry out,
Grasp my hands down,
Bind me with your flesh and force the ache from my throat.
I cry your name, and you don’t hear.
You’ve lost me in your desperate act of trying to prove your existence.

You tear through me, trying to feel something.
My cries echo, but only your voice is heard,
The soft screaming of a tormented soul
Plays over and over,
Our sad melody of love.

©Spring C Hyde