Crying Over You

Crying over you,
or over me, I forget,
the difference sometimes
smudges over the edges
of my scars.

My wounds are deep,
and time, it doesn't heal,
but it makes the wounds
deeper like the Grand
Canyon of pain.

My thoughts betray me,
and my reflection, it proves the point,
so I berate myself
across the mirror
while choking on my tears.

On the phone I cling,
to your voice, your words,
like a fool
trying to use fire
to soothe my burns.

I spend sleepless nights,
praying, crying,
hoping for the light bulb
of clarity to help me
understand the path I'm on.

Lost in a whirlwind,
to stay, or to move on,
the question that pounds
at me daily, patiently
awaiting an answer.

Exhausted I beg,
for sleep, or death,
to take me from this torture
just long enough to
catch my breath.