Nothing.

Now that there is

nothing

left to say,

No words to convince,

No tears to cajole,

No drop of persuasion left,

My heart is weary

and heavy.

I am a hollow shell.

I have given you everything.

I have given you my happiness,

I have burdened you with my grief.

I have shared with you, showered you

with my love, lust, depression, sweetness,

playfulness, affection, pain, anger, frustration.

I have offered you everything I own.

I have worked hard with you, I have

softened

my hard heart for you.

I have given you

my solemn vow,

silently,

and in a thousand joyous words.

You have taken away yours.

You have given me all the love,

patience, and steadfastness in the goodness of your

pure

heart

and

soul.

You once offered me

a place to be, a face to smile for, a shoulder to cry on.

Yet you have

rescinded those years

out of fear.

Those things you once gave me

still

do not fill up

the hole that

your vow

filled

that your vow

left

behind.

…now I have nothing left to say,

nothing more.

What can I say?

You feel how you feel.

I do no more.

I am hollow,

bewildered,

and, now,

silent.