Pieces of me

Soft whispers against bruised lips
His butterfly kisses are cold
His fingers no longer fill the spaces between my own

The tears I shed no longer sparkle
His eyes no longer glitter with compassion
His caresses send me to a world of darkness

Through the gasps and cries
I mumble that I love him
My heart shatters in place
Waiting for the answer that will never come

Silence is Golden
They swore, Silence was True
But Silence is a blade
And I am the flesh

Etch a thousand Confessions
Deep into my being.

Silence is the reason
For the pieces of me, scattered
Along this cemetery of Broken Souls.