What good it was
to give so much
Why did I have to come this far?
Foolish, oh so very foolish of me.
I threw myself into the grave,
I asked for it.
It’s been weeks
since a dagger stabbed my heart.
Unable to breathe or even move.
It sinks deeper when I sigh.
Revolving my entrails,
undoing my whole being.
Scattered pieces I can’t put together,
shattered like the frailest glass.
Why do I feel this much?
Big bloody heart.
It’s the Overlove.
Was it only on my mind?
No, I know it wasn’t.
He was the one who sought my lips
the first time we kissed.
He drew beautiful words
woven with a delicate thread.
Perhaps it was just another dream.
But then, what is reality, if not a dream?
And, what is truer than love?
There’s no truth without pain.