The Cyle of Love

this pain
coursing through my veins
and tearing over my skin
feels like lead
a weight
on my chest
hard to breathe
choking me
my tears
burning my cheeks
like acid rain
i need it to stop
yet my thoughts
are spinning
and in the center
is you
and i spiral
through another
cycle of love
not being enough
to heal the
wound in you