Your words wound me deeply, but your silence hurts me even more.

Your tears swamp the floor, but I am too far away to catch them.

The world is crushing down on you like torn bricks, the debris pierce your soul, I am still too far away to save you.

I suffer in your silence, and you slowly fade with pain. I brought us here to this barren stage, where only sadness and sorrow linger.

The distance between us has never been greater.

Have I broken us, finally?

Your head hangs low, your heart is in tatters, your mind is wrecked.

I hesitate, knowing I should move, to hold you, lift you as you always lifed me up.

Cradle you, kiss you softly and gently whisper to you: “I am here”.

But no, I stand here paralysed, watching you burn inside. Like a mummified corpse, I am still, cold like an iceberg.

The destroyer of your innocence.

The dimmer of your light.

The poison to your spirit.

The oppressor of your heart.

What judgment is he to be served for these crimes?

Darling your tender and loving heart chose to love, it just met the wrong match.

Me.