sigh.

sigh.

sigh.

oh heart ah heart..
I'm so clear yet so muddled.
I'm so awake yet mired in darkness.
tantalizing to the senses, yet weighing down hard on my insides.

impossible that one, when having given a taste, wouldn't want or desire for more.
The first whirring of hurt has started its flight. Taken flight and landed. Taken flight and burrowed deep. Can you really walk away when the time is right? Will you really be willing to be used by me?

Who am I? I'm really my own worst enemy.