HeartBreaks Are Landslides

I'm Losing My God Damn Mind,

She's Trying To Kill Me,

Such Sweet Lips,

Everytime I See You,

You  Have A Knife In Your Hand,

My Heart Stumbles By The Gorgeous Looks,

Your Eye's Beautiful Then The Color Of Blood,

Your Face Gorgeous Then Any Unique Being,

Yet I Tremble By Shiver's Of Your Aroma,

But Your Aroma Smells Like Green Fields We Laid On,

I Run Still,

Trying To Find A Exit,

I Can't Keep On Going This Way,

My Feet Hurt,

My Wrist Hurt By Cuts,

I Feel Like I Might Die From Blood Lost,

Is This Real?

As Much As I Want To Die By Your Hands,

Could It Be A Reality Or A Dream,

Everytime I Die From You,

I Wake Up From This Dream,

What Feels Like A Reality,

Yet The Marks On My Wrist And Other Cuts,

Arn't Gone,

Not Even The Warm Kisses You Give Me,

When I Die.........

~Jesse Artimio