"The Pattern"

I found myself
Lost, but still wandering
Questions
Just so many questions
Enslaved to the unknown
Lost in what was
Brain splattered upon the wall
As if Picaso just sketched
My mental state of folly
You became the variable
To what I had previously declared
My simple existence
Shattered within your presence
Enslaved to that moment
To a face I cannot forget
The inception of a dream
A rare occurrence
Finding beauty in art
Fingers that leave no mark
As they trace invisible lines
Over soft, perfect skin
I’m setting myself up again
To revel in the aftermath
Inhaling the cancer of loneliness
A feeling only felt in emptiness
Pain personified
It rumbles from the darkness
In a place better left undisturbed
Walking down a path
Sights I seem to not only recognize
But my steps fit perfectly
In the footprints of someone
A soul who walked here before me
It's a path I've already been down
After years of abuse
I give you my wadded ball of scotch tape
Beneath it
You will find something fragile
A scarred up heart
I think the doctors were wrong
Love is the true disorder
One I seem addicted to
Because no matter how I try to avoid it
I can’t stop myself from falling
Falling hopelessly in love with you
So I’m giving you my heart
But please be careful
I'm incapable
Of only caring a little
So, please, handle with care
It's a pattern
I'd rather not repeat

Everything about this was superb Sin..

Ty Ainjel. :)

I, uh, don't like it. :X

It's beautiful. Even if you don't like it.

..well I'd tell you who I wrote it about..
But I'm sure you know. :)

Nice write

Thanks again Mig. :)