WARS OF THE HEART

Pain, a burning sensation starting from my heart, spreading from chamber to chamber. Consuming my heart and taking over my whole body. Taking away my breathe and not in a nice way. Robbing me of control.

Spreading on my skin, miles and miles of it.

Bravely, I fix a smile on my face to hide what I feel deep within. Warmth displays on my face, my heart cold as ice during winter. My eyes fighting to hold in the tears that I so desperately want to shed.

Anguish fills my heart like desert sand, with no end. Horizon upon horizon, I picture my life like a desert, deserted and left. The sand like the pain I feel, settles for a while until the hailstorm hits. So intense, destructive, violent, dangerous, turbulent, leaving behind mountainous debris.

And you are the hailstorm brain of mine, still harbouring memories I want to forget, experiences I hope to erase, lose that threatens to consume me, hate that I fight to convert into passion and pain that I hope would fade away with time.

Always churning and turning, bringing to life the dark hidden corners of my past. Like a storm, leaving me bared to the scorching arid sun. Pealing the cobs off of my almost healing wounds, making them new, bleeding and draining the life out of me.

And like desert sand, you keep shifting beneath my feet making me unsteady, in the dark about where I stand. Distrapting my life and causing chaos with every move you make. Drying up the waters in the Oasis of my will power, leading me on a leash.

And all am left with are the few peaceful moments in between to rejuvenate. But like I said you are my hailstorm and I wouldn't have it any other way.