The Illusion

No emotion, your words calculated and cold;

The affects on my heart are often threefold;

The feeling of breathlessness;

Each day longing for a hint of gentleness;

The hurts bind to me like a chain with no release;

Underwater, drowning with no possibility of peace;

Your hand holding me under;

You cast your spells magnifying the lightening and thunder;

I beg for solace;

Instead given a endless string of broken promise;

You pretend it's in my head;

You act as if I misread;

I lay in the dark;

Trying to put back the pieces of my broken heart ;

The water flowing over the hills and crevices;

Making its way to what was but never is your true presence;

For moments I feel hypnotized by your screens;

Giving into the illusion that I am your queen;

It's not too long before it wears off;

The stench of I am sorry, please forgive me,I didn’t mean it, I just love you so much;

I am exhausted by your charades and disguises of a soft touch;

Stuck in this continuous cycle;

Each day hoping for my survival.