Love's Echo

 
Why must the heaviness of love echo it's sound in my chest so livid and shattering to the ice that encases a soul that remains frozen in past times?
Why must my tears fall to eyes that feel nothing for me at all?
Is it not a pain that on its own bruises me evermore?
Must the hurt I feel be displayed to humiliate me further at the doorstep of my destruction?
Beg for mercy from the liquor cabinet, but a drink will only allow temporary relief from my madness.
Must I be broken on the floors of my emptiness?
I long for life in your hard stare.
Is affection, pity for what you have belittled me to a burden you can not bare?
I am pressed between a memory and the still, I die, but I will not bleed for you.
I love you still in the aftermath, as the shadows move in to shield me from your ghosts, but darkness knows only the pain of never wrapping myself in you.
The echo only deafens my ears with the sounds of my hearts demise.