Day 33:

My heart is in my stomach. I swallowed it in hopes of pooping it out, cleaning it up, removing the hurt, and starting anew....
No such luck.
"Why is it so easy to love yet so stupidly hard to let go?" Asked the fool.
But am I such a fool for wanting him so?
My soul is clinched to his and I don't want to let go.
I want to hold on to him for dear life
or until my fingers bleed and my hands become numb
and my soul impervious to the fallacies and untruths that once fell from his lips.
I'm not a huge fan of "hate", but today I HATE!
I hate the empty feeling of uncertainty; of not knowing.
Blinded still, my heart leads me in the darkness,
guides my way to his place, to his space, to his face.
And with one brush of his lips, and just a hint of his breath,
I am hooked.
And suddenly the fear doesn't matter anymore.
I'm all in....

love.