The Undressed

The Undressed

Why, why, why, why, why? Surely why?

Why would you want to make me cry?

Why causing me so intense pain?

I am going insane

I am losing my mind

I would rather die

I once lived in a little world

Clouds would never twist,

Nor winds to whirl

Lived as the subject and the president

My laws. The only inhabitant

The ambassador of my thoughts

The attorney and judge at my own court

Biased or not; could not care. My justice

I was the only negotiator, a man fully fearless

Destiny brought me to you, using an unforgettable moment,

The bright instant of my existence,

The day my sun appeared so effulgent.

Cannot erase the day I made your acquaintance

But now, I am treated like water

Although needed, and used to cleanse clothes

Unwanted it remains. Call made for the drier

A little stubbornness, the iron is invited

All done to dry me up as if to praise hatred

And to make me feel unloved and unwanted

Why have you become my oppressor?

Why can you not be a good partner?

Why am I the only one trying to keep us together?

What's missing in me that I am shattered?

My heart is broken into a million pieces

My mind is visiting rough places

Eyes dry but heart soaked in tears of thousands seas

I keep coming back like hit by amnesic disease

You were the first to dress me in a love-suit

Today you find pleasure to strip me from it

You are still the only one I think of every single minute

Your love has been my greatest parachute

I wish you were not the best,

The best I ever had

If you were not, I would have enjoyed the rest

And would not have felt this sad

Still, I cannot let go until you tell me 'It's Over'.

If something hurts me more than losing you,

It's knowing you're not fighting to keep me

And now, it is almost our anniversary

Come back to 'me and you'

Please do not forget the fourteen of February

This pain drills a huge hole in my soul

I have love you with my all.

Here alone, bereaved. I will surely die

But before I trip into the depths of the tomb,

Cut my ring finger and come take your love-costume

And I would not have any desire to love or wed

Love or wed in the land of the dead

Fear to contaminate this disease: Love

I am here falling again,

Please, I do not want to miss your catch

It is not easy to explain

I am just missing you so much

Come, cover me, dress me with your love-suit again

I am here waiting. <3

~~ @Billdove7