Enough With Silence...

"I told you I was broken from the start!"
He says while staring through me the way he does when drawing up old love.
Its this that makes me question if I'm even what he wants.
Sitting staring at the floor silently contemplating my next words...

"I can't nor do I wanna be her!" I mutter this; choking tears from every word.
I've tried to be understanding as even I know what it is to have ones soul ripped of flesh and bone
Inside I'm crashing knowing he can never love again the way he did with her.

Hes silent, silence is the mold to which I hurt.
Wondering if what we share is enough to pull him back to earth.

"Do you even want us anymore?" I manage to ask the question that could bury me away from my heart and what it wants.

"I know that this is heavy, I know it is hell to feel all I felt for her come to surface when we are setting anchors in our future and I am clinging to sunken shores. Please understand the need to mend from all that has been put forth"
At least hes talking, but I feel that my heart lays above a bed of nails waiting to impale. Patience is not my virtue, I've been sea sick on the waves against the dock for months waiting to set sail.

"Do I need to leave? Give you space and time to heal? I don't want to sit here wondering when your heart will come back to mine. I don't want to feel the flames engulf me, to be a second thought against the night!"
My pain is not that which I can fight, i let the hurt consume me, let my tears and sobs rupture the air. I am not prepared for yet another see you later,not ready for goodbye.

Now hes looking at me the way he does when hes back in the here and now. The way his eyes fear the thought of losing more is evident in my mind.
"I don't want you going anywhere, I want you in my arms, please understand in a lifetime we love many, and while many burn the soul, there is only one fit to carry my heart in their hands, lord knows mine is yours."

I don't know how we ended up scattered on the floor. I don't know when I decided that walking on thorns was worth the burn. All I know is I love him though it has brought me so much hurt.
I can wilt and die and be brought back to life the second I find myself against his warmth.

I am used to carrying the weight of worlds upon my shoulders. I am used to life amid the storm.