The Ending

Your once warm grasp wanes down my leg,
twisting and twirling itself free from my blood.
All and sundry are oblivious to the treacheries raging in my heart,
the constant tirade of obscenities proclaiming my lack of self-worth.
Each exhalation dragging me one breath closer to the edge of our precipice,
where I must begin to be my self once more.

Year after year
my words were savages methodically decimating all remnants of affections.
My love is a slaughter of innocents,
an onslaught of obtuse hours ripping us apart.
The isolation in each other's arms smothering our hearts,
as our skin cools from the lack of touch
and our lips crack from the absence of kisses-
but we forced these cold, unforgiving forceps between us,
unintentionally segregating our souls
until all that was left
was you.
was me.