Tortured Moments

It’s much different than I recall,

The way I crave you.

As if loving you has become the only truth,

In a world we both struggle to find our place in.

With you,

I am no longer afraid.

For a moment,

I feel less hollow.

As I surrender to these dellusions,

That someday…

I just might be enough,

For you.

Those hands that once just made me quiver,

Hold much more power now.

But I suppose,

That is just my cross to bare.

Dripping with the darkness of this unrequited love,

And hidden away within the deepest caverns of my mind.

For I would suffer a thousand days of torture,

If it meant a chance of sharing just one more moment with you.

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