Silent Peak

How much is left for you to feel?  
   
Isn't this lonesomeness killing you with patience my love? 
   
Eating away the molten layers    
The pretty walls within your skin    
   
How can you ever feel satisfaction still laying next to him?    
   
Touching yourself    
   
Keeping company to the growing empty spaces    
   
That used to be so full-    
Full of love    
   
The deep taste of a shared future  
The sweet pallet of its laughter  
   
How much is left to feel?  
   
As he lays sleeping next to you  
You're cumming in silence  
   
Aren’t you choking on the shame that's taking your place?  
   
How much is left for you to feel here?  
   
Now that you’re cumming in silence    
   
Now that you're crying after the peak    
The kind that used to be so beautiful to reach    
   
Your skin is feeling ugly isn't-  like an ill fitted sheet  
   
Where have you buried all of your bones?  
   
Your smile has been lost in this winter of silence  
And the first snow has yet to bury the rest    
   
Will you let the snow settle in?  
Will you let it touch you?  
Who will be the first to melt?  
Will you wait for it to leave you too?  
   
Or will you find your back bone  
Before this winter gets tired of touching you