Nociception & Nonsensical Metaphors

28 cave in

I find that this is the first time...

I was happy about it...

About love..

... It's meant to be happy

But now the more I feel it...

The more I feel my grip tightening

Around this heart-sized fist full of sand...

As the grains of happiness

Drip and leak between my small fingers.

Through every small realization..

And into anguish filled pits in my stomach

The colours seem to get brighter...

But the bit of white light..

Gets lost at the end of the tunnel..

And it feels as though...

...I'm caving in.