slowly without knowing
at the end of that moment
your tempest breached
those walls of a crying soul
and the words began to crumble
under the weight of heart shaped wreckage
of scars whispering ‘I’m back’
and under the cover of this darkness
and in its loudest moment of silence
appeals are uninvited
unallowed feelings are quieted
suffocating a heart that wants to give up this fight
this love is not love
this love is not love