All I want is to talk things out…

Because this broken-record, awkward, screeching silence is eating me up, and I want to scream, but the silence is too heavy… so here I am.

Cards laid out, laying bare, bleeding out ‘cross your kitchen table.

Do you think you could drop your walls for just a moment and let me see what’s bothering you?

Everything, share it all?

For just this moment, just this conversation.

Give us a chance to piece everything together and decide if this once true love is worth saving?

How could you sit there and roll your eyes, the same eyes that looked me up and down as you peppered my skin with gentle kisses before we lost it all?

… I do still love you, you know?

Just can’t wrap my head round the excuses and dropped promises.

Kills me I no longer think to confide in you when the days are long, or I remember harrowing secrets.

Losing you should feel suffocating, but it feels almost natural, unsurprising even.

More like a gradual fade in the warmth once felt when you’d hold me in your arms.

No, I know I’m not the only one whose fallen out of love.

Our lives were once so intertwined, our spirits so in sync.

Please tell me you agree, that this growing chasm between us is mutual.

Quiet me with your lips if I’m mistaken, for I would love for a true loves’ kiss reminder of what we once had.

Right now I can’t picture life without you.

So many years spent by your side, learning every breath, memorizing every step, dancing together in perfect harmony.

The two of us fit so seemlessly, no one knows me like you do… but I can’t keep convincing myself this emptiness is normal.

Us should be passionate, not tiring, and I need to know where you stand… right now.

Vow to me you still love me despite it all… that you see a way through.

With you I want to stay… but something’s clearly broken and I can’t mend it on my own.

Ex-terminate your reservations, tell me if I’m doing something wrong.

You mean the world to me, but I’m starting to think we’d be better off alone, for I fear if we wait too long I’ll be left feeling nothing when you walk into the room.

Zero - and that’s a coldness I don’t think I can tolerate…