The War

Like a flower deprived of water I feel an unquenched thirst for your presence.
The room, the walls, the house bear traces of you and yet it will not suffice.
As I desperately search for gratification I realize that I am losing my essence.
My mind deceives and finds ways to agonize my being as my heart is easy to entice.
”His love can never compare to the love you feel for him, let him go as he will of you”
The eternal battle between heart and mind continues to torture the soul.
But the heart is incapable of trying to prove the accusations untrue.
His indifference only validates these; the distance must have taken its toll.

There can only be a ceasefire as I embrace the sweet consequence of nightfall.
For in your sleep, you cannot hear your mind speak and your heart weep.