My lips are emobile.
They are useless.
My voice box is busted.
I try to speak and I feel a salty, tengling sensation creeping down my burning hot cheeks.
I'd like to weld them shut.
Hollow out to the point of pits.
I hate the feeling.
I hate to think.
My hands shake
The butterflies turn to bile
rising to the back of my throat.
A shutter of disbelief in my heart
Your words and actions flood my thoughts
I can remember when you sang to me.
held me close just to feel my heart beat.
looked at me and said you should hate me but, you could never just because it would hurt me.
I want to be where you are.
feel you touch me.
I am slowly erasing you from my memory.
But then where will I go without you to remind me,
there is someone out there who is just like me?