Dying Heart

I can not bare the lashings of your tongue when it bitters with rotting flesh.
I am a multitude of things but weak is not one..
my words will cross and bleed, rummage the cellar of your soul leaving it in ruins when it lays blame at my feet for pain I didn't sling.
I am not the one who tore you from yourself, not the reason that you sleep in your own tears night after night clinging to a key that no longer opens any doors.

Slamming doors echo through our home, two broken bones scraping together, the artery keeping us breathing has been severed and we gasp in its wake...
Burn in the flames of our anger, pouring each other in the acidic fever of badly chosen words.

We can build a house but not happiness from this irrational curve in the road. I should take leave, you should let me leave, but you are weak and need what you say you don't need!!

I feel like a zombie most days doing your bidding while you limply dangle in my face what could have been. Impersonating normalcy when nothing is normal about this way of life we are treading, were sharing in this, worlds apart, in each others face, oh how so far.

Shackles and chains in the shambles of our love, embedding us to this fall. We have become the ghosts that roam our halls, haunting our minds while trying to heal, forcing us too feel what is gone and lost.

I am a multitude of things but weak isn't one of them,
I am broken in shards,
in your face,
in these halls,
and though I curse
and I hurt
I am still the ghost in love with a man that is gone.

THERE IS NO WAY TO HIDE THE DYING HEART....