forsaken

The words don't come out right
Dead petals falling from moving lips
words so fragile yet unafraid
you'd think they had a right to be there
in a place where words aren't welcome
where tears and brokenness live
in tangled backalley ravines
where our hearts used to play
before the bulldozer came.

The thought is never enough
Love made our hearts beat wild
But your heart is still, cold ice
But you aren't more dead than the rest of me
I am frozen with you and numb
Hundreds of petals sting my face
Careless words thrown to high winds
in a place where words aren't welcome
a place where I am without you, empty
I can hear myself breaking
the sound is deafening
but in looking around the room,
I am stunned that no one hears
a thing.