Beginning of the End

A loss of warmth; my love is gone,
The absence is unsettling,
I can't decide, nonetheless show,
What things I have done wrong,

The tension is building, I cannot contain,
My heart cannot hold,
The pain that I am feeling,
Or the complete emptiness I have obtained,

I curse my words; such vile things
That landed me here,
In my own mess,
My wound itself is blossoming,

Break my heart, no mend it again,
Let us rise again,
The phoenix lives,
Or for my sanity, at least let us pretend.