I cry for you.

I cried; tears of a lost love.  I cried until I could cry no more.  Streaming down my face; dripping.  Hands damp, nose heavy, body weak.  Weak from shaking, trembling at the memories; memories of me and you, of us. 

Questions – unanswered. (Do you miss me?) I just wish I knew, understood perhaps; I want nothing more from you. 

Teardrops glistening in the low light of the dark night.  Silvery sadness falling from my gentle and tired eyes.  Hidden away, darkness – I feel helpless, vulnerable to infection of the mightiest kind.  I want to hide, wrap myself away in protection of colours; until I am ready, ready to face the music of our world. 

You were my home. Safety; I found with you.  Your arms around my delicate body, I felt strong, (with you by my side).  Now, I don’t know where to go – what to do, how to survive. 

Tears and pain strangle at my body.  Tying me down.  I want to break free; I want to break away from your hold on me, cruel, endless spasms in my soul.  Why do you do this?  My hand shakes, my body quivers, I am weak for your memory. 

How we used to be.  How you used to see me.

So happy, so many memories, so much joy, so much love.  What went wrong?  The things you used to say, the things you used to mean.  Me; a fool.  Your words to me were so precious, so beautiful – a voice through the storm.  You saved me. 

My trust in you; so great.  So almighty.  Shattered like that of a bone.  A single moment.  Suddenly I am isolated.  Washing the pain from my skin; it clings, like that of a disease, rooting its way into my soul.  How dare you. 

You burnt me from the inside out, a curse, a bleach, a love.  Yet; I run at the sound of your voice, the click of your fingers.  To you, I run, desperate for your affections, your want of me, that desire, the way you satisfy that craving I posses. 

Whenever I feel clean of you, having washed you off of me, washed away all I cannot possibly accept that I want.  I see you, you touch me. Electricity. That buzz of connection between two souls; two souls that yearn to be together. I fight it.

You do not understand the extent of the hurt I feel from you each and every time.  It’s not okay.  Not now.  You can’t hurt me, I won’t let you.  You don’t deserve to hurt me. Now.