Love Lost

Melancholy. That's how I feel. A feeling I've denied my heart from
getting aquainted with for so long it overwhelms me when it finally
prevails and seeps into my body like razors cutting deep into my skin,
deeper into my soul. Running through my blood, in every vien. In every
muscle. In every thought, connected to every memory in my brain. Real
physical pain. But deeper emotional pain. Happines slowly pulling away
from inside me. Slowly. Toruringly. Like a sould leaving a body, joy
leaving my soul. My once happy soul. In a time before Love was in its
vocabulary. Real Love. Agony disguised as Love. But now every breath I
draw in, drawing despair, drawing in sadness, expelling everything else
out.