I just can't eat, or sleep. My anxiety of which never touched a corner of my soul now consumes me whole, I shed tears in front of him as he caught them in his hands. His hand on my thigh and my heart in my mouth and every word I said just made it bleed more. With each word, all my love came rushing out. I placed my heart in his hands so many moons ago. During which phase did he drop it and cry over the shattered arteries on the floor? Would he make my ears orgasm with his sweet words? Or would the whispers make the castle I built for us shatter without notice? I grip my sheets at night while the tears run down my cheeks, as I stare into the darkness five feet in front of me. Mascara staining my pure white pillow case. Would I cry in the mirror only to find that my reflection shared my same pain and heartache. Will I rise before the sun to the same aching body I fell into sleep as. I look for peace at the fall of my knees where I'd whisper to my highest power. The moon light doesn't come through my window anymore, because it is in fear that I might see the phase by which I became broken. I do not hear from the man I've spoken to so many times as I kneeled upon my bed. The stars fade into the sky, mimicking the darkness that creeps in the corners of my room. I hear nothing from the inside nor outside world. It had become clear to me that I was alone. Not a soul, nor a being, not even the silent whisper of the wind. I had retreated into The core of my soul and this is what it had become.
