Whispers of Love

Whispers of a foreign love
surging through my veins.
Twisting around my heart as ivy would.
Deepening my power.
Plunging into a foul darkness,
not knowing whether I'll resurface
or simply be left to drown.
The ride never ends,
but as I face reality,
a blanket of darkness covers me.
And the coaster dips down
into a neverending tunnel of confusion
plastered with memories and wishes.
Swamped by the anguish of my heart ripped in two,
the chains are broken and all rage is unleashed.
But I can't help feeling guilty;
maybe it was me, my fault.
And although I am bound by my love,
I wonder if maybe it would be easier to walk away.
How I wish I could just pick up and go.
But there's something in those memories--
in that face--that reminds me of a little piece of heaven.
And I long to be lost in it again.
And be bathed in your soft words.
But I see now it was all a lie.
And as much as I want and need to hate you,
you are all that's important to me.