to love you EXCLAMATION

there are parts
of me that ache
for you stop
enflamed by loneness
and brute need stop
it is all wrong
this love I have comma
this incorporeal beast
stalks my every breath
while inside the height comma
width and breadth
of obsession plays stop
I can feel comma
the edges of my mind fray stop

warm tears and milk
help me sleep
when I am spent
with love for you
stop
stop
stop
it is all wrong
this love I have comma
much like the night
a body kept alive
by the absence of light

to love you
is a struggle
but comma
everyone outside the circle
forces me to be normal
trapped in a montage ellipsis
sickly-sweet music and
cheap undertones of sanity
play on ellipsis
while my limbs stumble
through the same maze stop
and comma while I wander
no one ever stops to wonder
if a statue left asunder
has a heart within its fold
encased within cold stone