You tell me that I’m your world, your moon, stars, planets and Pluto.
Are you my Atlas? Condemned for eternity to hold me up and stop the sky from falling.
If I am your all then why are you so sad?Am I not enough?

Life is **** isn’t it?
Yes, yes it is. I’ve been trying to tell you for years but you told me that it wasn’t.
Were you lying to me or to yourself?

The lights are off and your sitting on the kitchen floor.
Your breathless sobs and the tears that pour.
I don’t know what to do, what to say, I can’t give you any more.
I am empty, I am nothing, my heart is torn and sore.

What about you?
The plate of beans you considered to throw, but the mess afterwards was not worth the furious release.
You punch the chair rather than my face.
We laugh at your rational rage.
Whilst I am silently screaming inside this invisible cage.

I cannot be your all when you are a void consuming alI that I was and could be .
I cannot sustain you and you will not set me free.

You hold me close and I find it hard to breathe.
The stars are fading and the sky is falling down.
You tell me how much you need me and I continue to silently drown.