That Which Becomes Me

The silence of
your tormenting
words, the
constant glares,
the never-ending
fights that have
burned my heart
into the ashes
that lye on your
bedroom floor.

The tears that
caress my lonely
face, and as the
mascara kisses
my skin, my soul
hurts still, like a
knife-blade that
pierces me stiff.
And when I'm
alone in my bed,
I find that I can
still hear you
whisphring my
name.

The pain that
builds these
emery binds,
that hang from
this bleeding
heart. The
icy tears that
drip, drip,drip
into the
lonliness that
becomes me.

Your shadow
that creeps in
the fog of my
warm tears.
And along
with, my
silent
screams, I
fade into
the night.

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