If I could, I would write so much more

Essays and novels about my stupid love

I would paint the whole sky and draw out my vents

But I can't since

You've tied my hands again.

I still can't type, can't breath.

I'll pick up a pen and drop it again

Not again, not again, not again.

You're holding my breath

Choking back words

You've told me a story

But I'm not sure I heard

Through this rain of tears

These thundering cries

I swear that I love you

But my swears are a lie

Please come back to me

I know you never walked away

But I can't help but feel

It's only me. Lonely.