jekel and hyde

Mascara stained pillows are choked
By the twisted sheets of sleepless nights,
And the muffled sobs scream out for yesterday
Or maybe tomorrow?
And your arms.
No, not you.
You- the arms that hold me.
The fingers: tangled and safe.
Soft, tender, singing voice. . .
These tormented nights miss you.
Not the rigid, forgetful arms
And cold hands that push me away!
Not the foreign, distant, crazy sound:
"Stupid Bitch."
They scream for the want to strangle you
In their twisted, sweaty torture.
And muffled sobs desire to see you
Lying in your brain, twisted and choked-
Your muffled screams they want to hear
From beneath themselves.
Hurt.