All Of Me, by bedazzled Subscribe to rss feed for bedazzled

I don't know
how I'm going to find the volume
in my throat
to speak the words,
  to tell you
  goodbye.
I don't know
if you'll still be breathing
after you've inhaled
  the torrent of pain
  upon my whisper.
I don't know 
if my heart will keep kicking
once it's seen 
  your eyes turn to oceans
and watched 
  the colours fade.
I don't know
how I will stand,
how I will find the iron in me
  to make my legs work,
  to take the final steps away.

I am sorry
that I'm running
  and it kills me
  but I'm bleeding.
I'm sorry,
I can't help that
I cry myself to sleep,
  wake up from nightmares
  where we're discovered.
I'm sorry
but I hate it;
  so weak, so trapped,
so i'm taking this small strength,
hoping it will be enough
to numb the wounds of 
  never again.
I'm sorry,
I'm so very sorry,
  fuck, I. Love. You. 
  With. All. Of. Me.

Posted: 2007-12-12 10:48:03 UTC

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