here I writhe my broken self.
dare I request your gentle help?
without respiration I rest my eyes.
the burning tears that must I deny.
speak to me, for I do not hear.
your breath on my skin forever seared.
your syrup kisses on my sweetened lips.
has it really come to only this?
just a dream I dream on my own.
seeing all, all I see in grayish tones.
keeping distances though not by choice.
a forceful grace with a forceful poise.
thus, I exhale just a small amount.
in hope to keep this memory abound.