Short and Sweet
The words you scream are hurting me.
Tears perishing down my cheeks.
A quiet, colorless bleeding.
My breathing has weakened in despair.
You were once my escape, my air.
But now I don't say anything.
My tongue is dry and my throat holds a sting;
from all of the truth I have been swallowing.
Lover, where did you go?
I will not beg.
I will not plea,
for you to be my everything.