The hole punched in my chest does
The pile of dust that is my heart no justice;
The whirlwind of life just picks it up
And spreads it around like ashes.
How do you have such control over
Every emotion, every string that is my being?
I hate that I love you so much,
That my heart doesn't want to let go.
You moved in and now have taken over.
I am empty, except for the shrine that is your love-
And my heart is the sacred offering,
Leading back to the hole in my chest.
You, and only you, are the cause of this incredible pain;
But this pain drives me, gives me purpose.
My new addiction, a brand new need...
First it was you, now it's the pain you bring.
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