Torture

My heart has not beaten this way in a while. This flame that lingers in my heart dwindles as each goes by. It's a slow and tedious torture. I yearn to be loved, I live to have attention. My mind goes rampant without your presence. Just the mere sound of your voice makes me happier than before.

It's the way you say hello, the sound of your laughter, the image in my head when you call me. Knowing that we loved once before and knowing it can never happen again destroys my very soul and tears holes into my heart. These holes are then filled with jealousy, envy, anger, hatred, and despair.

Having but one more chance. One more attempt, one more sign of your love. Allow me to be there for you once again. Allow me to catch you when you fall or to pick you up when you have failed. Let me be your guiding light out of the darkness.

Can you stop the torture? Please stop the torture... take the knife out and seal the wound shut.