Theenemythatimiss

Love, I will miss every hour of your whole self and I will miss how I’ve worn all the pain you've given, or how I still kept on and on blaming myself. And I remember the silence when I, alone, screamed your name but with you, I would keep quiet, my mouth (sawn). And I am asking myself, is it my blood or tears staining your white silky gown while you're caressing my hair, feeding me again all the fears. And I can't tell if I worship you from all my own or if I want to kill you, keeping you nearly as a trophy from a war which I’ve won and you're the enemy that I miss dearly. So when I’ll leave, you'll miss me and all sore, no matter the cuts, no matter how deep, as I watch you like you did before : only when you're broken, then I will sleep. Only when you're broken, then I will sleep. Only when you're broken, I will sleep. Only when you're broken, I will sleep. I’m at this point in life when nothing works, where I see my being as a parasite for myself. I can't imagine the excruciating hurt I’ve done. I can't fathom how I’ve destroyed you and there's no words, no chords sufficient enough, I can't make it work, and there's no music that I can make, so I’ll take the walk. And when I left, I have missed you and now I am sore. No matter the cuts, no matter how deep, as I see me as you were before. Now that you're broken, I can't sleep. Now that you're broken, I can't sleep. I can't sleep. I miss you. I miss you