I have so much to say
Yet can not speak
Your name out loud
I want to scream
Confessions from the
Other side
Haunt my eyes
Just below the surface
I cry.
I beg.
I feel somehow incomplete.
Sometimes I wish
She had agreed,
Said yes dear, that is fine.
Let me go like the others.
Bled me out onto
white cotton sheets
staining them with
my personality
not yet formed
inside her skin
Said goodbye
Never knowing the hell
It has been.