Going through the motions is meaningless unless you get that tingly feeling.
The one that makes you curl your toes with every touch or smile with a single glance.
But I lie here hollow. My slate heart chips with every embrace, cracking under the pressure.
The pieces fall into a void; I never get them back.
The molten rock coursing through stressed veins makes my face hot which is ironically mistaken for lust.
A twitch of an eye allows a bit of relief from the harsh black staring down the world.
What a shame my blank stare resembles nirvana, I couldnt be farther from it.
I could never say what I am feeling because I feel nothing.
I am numbed by your love.















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