What do I say?
When the feelings aren't right and aren't allowed.
But it's okay.
Everything is fine.
It can't hurt.
I can't let it.
I understand.
So why does it feel like this?
Why does it hurt?
It can't.
I can't.

I put the walls there for a reason,
But you waltzed through with no concern For the trap doors and trick questions, Meant to discourage.
Now they're fading, fast.
I'm getting nervous.
What if I'm not what you thought
Under all the layers,
You painstakingly flogged away.
What if I wasn't what you expected?
What you hoped for?
I'm nervous Sir.
I'm getting self conscious.
What if your next question,
Is the one that makes you run?
Tell me Sir?
Then what?
I'm alone.
Open.
Dead.

Barely a whisper of breath left
When you're done with me
Aching and whimpering
Sir please...

Your marks adorn my skin
The color fire hot red
With touches of plum and gold
Thank you Sir

Your taste lingers in my throat
Warm thick and salty
I crave it more and more
Pretty please Sir

Pretty bird...
We said it every night.
It was supposed to work.
Keep you close.
Just another folk tale.
You used to laugh at me,
Tell me folk tales was magic lost and forgotten.
I laughed...said you needed a reality check,
That life had a way of cracking rose colored glasses.
Wish I'd been wrong Hales.
Remember the folk tale about the ocean and the stars?
I hope that one's true.
I got a minute to find out now....
Another month..
It's getting real babe.
The tremors are worse.
I won't be able to hide much longer.
You're not here Hales.
You were supposed to be.
Another folk tale I guess?
Just like pretty bird.

Empty, hollow.
One aches, one hurts.
Similar but not the same.
Emptiness means it's expected to be filled.
Hollow just implies a hole.
A brokenness that can't,
Or won't,
Be filled.
I'm lost.
I'm broken.
I'm hollow.

Hales I'm losing it...
The pictures are back.
It's not just that though.
They make sense now Hales.
The tremors are worse,
I haven't seen the doc in a minute.
I miss you Hales.
So much so sometimes I feel hallow.
Hales, why did it have to be like that?
It didn't have to end how it did.
You knew that.
But it did.
Too little, too late.

There's a wall...
It's getting bigger everyday.
I can't tell if I'm pulling,
Or you're pushing,
Or maybe a little of both.
I just feel it....
My chest keeps getting tighter,
I know what's coming.
But don't worry,
I'm preparing.
It'll be over in a flash,
And I won't remember a thing.
Won't hurt.
Won't sting.
Won't even burn..
It'll just stop.
And so will I....