Gentle Sorrow

There was no violent tearing.
No ribs of mine were broken.
My chest aches for my broken heart,
My eyes - for things unspoken.

I did not see it coming,
As you gently stole my heart.
I did not see it coming,
Until I watched it fall apart.

It slipped away so easily,
Disregarding its bloody cage.
Aches arise from its absence.
Pain so strong I cannot gauge.

I wish that I could feel something,
To escape this pain of mine.
I wish that all of this would end,
I nearly wish that I could die.

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