His name resonates in my head and my soul and I feel it building in my chest, attaching itself to my tongue and leaving my lips and I am more than sure there is no room for another in any of these places. I was alive in his arms and I am lost without, trapped between the few spaces left in my compacted mind, harboring thoughts I cannot bare to think as he fades into broken memories and moments intertwining with aching brain cells and chemical imbalances. He has made it quite clear that I am nothing more than a burden to leave as he hurls me from his tired shoulders and walks as if I never stood beside him; laughs as if I never laughed with him, smiles as if I never caused it; for Christ's sake, the sole reason for my breathing was to endow him with the very passion that overcame me when he would say my name, I am blind to any image besides his sweet face as I fall so gently from the building in which he has expelled me; my ******* heart is tearing and my ribs are splitting as I drift to my demise. I think I feel like cutting open my hollowed chest just to step out of this filthy frame; your touch was nothing. *******, I thought this was love, but you're just another notch in the belt around my neck.