Why?

Why does it hurt so much when the words come from you?

Why does it matter so much?

When words spoken were far but few

For simply for you it never mattered as such

Almost two years and still counting

Only I know what I’ve given up

Been long gone now but my heart continues thumping

After every sore tear filled hiccup

Death of a heartbeat

T’was mid summer’s noon

I lay thoughtless

Mind wandering into the depths

Of an empty lagoon

There I lay thinking

How deep have I sank?

Why does it hurt so deep even now?

Tears tear you to pieces somehow 

Or is this the price of being so frank?