It Kills Me. Poem by Peya Jakob

There is a pain within my soul,
that accompanies this pleasure in your eyes.
Moved to the edge of pleasure and pain,
i live, because you are alive.

The flow of blood through my veins,
the flow of life through your soul,
The spirit of immortality burns.
I conquer, because you are unconquerable.

To know this, to see it in me,
that i live for you eternally,
To feel the fire burn in me,
I would die, if you ceased to be.

To walk away, leave me that way,
to never let me say,
i love you, though you turned away.
Though you let the pain rip our heart,
You didnt see us fall apart.

I bleed, because you cut me,
i die because i cut my soul in half,
and gave it to you so i could be enough.
I shared my life with you,
when you did not share yours with me.
We always belonged together,
even when your did not belong to me