Why do you insist upon watching me?

Are you checking for signs of misery?

Teardrops, frowns, anxiety,

Or tiny cuts, so deep they bleed.

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Looking for cracks that might appear,

Those silver lines trailing lukewarm tears,

Erupting from my deepest fear,

Born from lust so raw and rare.

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Your innocent eyes so questioning,

What made you think that I don’t weep?

As broken souls ache so painlessly,

And hearts will break but will not bleed.

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I just don’t think you realise,

You’ve tied me up with knots so tight,

Cutting me into pieces every night,

Dividing my passion until the light.

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How I wish you’ll cut me loose,

To make as one what is now deuce,

Dissecting this ritualistic ruse,

Submerge ourselves into the truth.

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This is what I want you to see,

My soul full to the brim with sympathy,

Yearning for our mutual ecstasy,

Creating our own destinies.

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(c) 2016 PJ Bayliss