The Loss of Your Voice

"I can't sleep again. She's on my mind."
Again I perpetuate that tired line.
She lied to- woe is- please love-
Me.
Acceptance unconditionally.
Breaking chains that rusted red
When she left me tethered and dead.
Silence so clear it punctuates the waking night and feels as dark as the absence of light.
Telling me that I'm unwhole,
That you took with you a piece of my soul.
You lied so easily with passion and poise
Spouting idealistic nonsense and noise.
You drew out what I hid under key,
And broke my heart over your knee.