Inside, Paper Heart

This has got to stop.

There is nothing within this,

not for me with her.

The road goes no further from this point,

but it pains me either way.

It is filled,

but it is intangible,

it might as well be air within me.

I am so engrossed by her presence,

her beauty,

I cannot think,

I cannot look upon her,

She is the sun that blinds me to all else.

Forcing her from my mind brings result,

but it is a sword through my chest,

cloven through my heart,

sawing down through.

I am getting sick with it,

I have got to stop this,

Paper heart empty,

love drowning,

pain draining.

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