THORN IN SIDE

Tell it to my heart not to bleed.

Tell it not to breathe

Tell it to my thoughts not to wander

Tell my memories that it is enough now

Enough

You don’t really need to see every tear squeezed out before you are convinced I bleed, do you?

Or see every ghastly bruise before you believe I feel?

Where in the manual did it state that love was supposed to be a torture chamber?

I must have missed it

Because I don’t remember.

I can see it in your eyes that I am a thorn in the side.

I know you are already at the finish line

But bear with me.

I am just starting the sprint.

I keep turning the door on its hinges

In, out, out, in.

In or out

I am not sure.

The squeaks and noise

It is the sound of the door

The sound of worn out hinges

At least pretend it’s gotten your attention

But nooooo, you barely blink.

It has become a lullaby.

Your lullaby.

Maybe you plan to sleep through till kingdom come.

But the door is heavy

It takes energy

And I am tired.

I want it to end

I just don’t know the exit plan.

But at this rate,

I should be seeking it with all I’ve got.

Didn’t the Good Book say somewhere in the lines to ‘seek and you shall find’?

Maybe I should seek

 Seek to lose you

I did seek to find you

In my dreams

Now I have to let my dreams go

Before I let go.