Sometimes I wish you had something to say Just anything Anything Give me nonsense Give me sorrow Give me jokes Give me words that have no meaning Just give me Something
We sit in silence That dreaded and loathsome silence Even though it was you who called It’s not the first time I have wondered Why You even called at all If this very act was built for talking Why you can do nothing But wait Lips closed In silence. Wait for me to fill the voids you leave To smooth the lapses in our speech To hide the weakness together we seem to make A lack of conversation A lack of something to say
I was glad you called I expect the silence but fail to get used to it Fail not to be wounded by it All I wanted was to talk to you today Fall into the arms that hold me safe Steady And let all my worries fade away With every beat of your heart But that old complaint The same one that keeps surfacing Despite the excuses I make Rise again
"Tell me something good" I beg, A desperate plea for help. As her blackened jaws close around me Her cold teeth sinking deep As she tears chunks of me away And you pause Deafeningly.
"Give me something, anything" "Give me something to save me from her!" My heart cries to you, Ma Coeur for deliverance. But All I can hear is her sickening sound As you scramble Over the wall rising between us To say ‘I don’t have anything to say’.
I know it’s unfair To have laid so much hope upon you To believe you could save me from this. My hope has wounded me more than your silence ever did. And it’s not a problem to you Your lifeblood doesn’t run with letters There’s always words with me, in strange shapes sometimes only I want to know and other times Pouring from me in cascades.
The times I flood and empty Sustains us But the creeks are running dry My veins shrivel up And I wonder why it never just Flows Easy and effortless Between us And the saddest fear haunts my mind That this weakness will break us with time. This lack of words will eat our love alive Perhaps sooner if she keeps consuming me Mouthfuls at a time.
I know it’s Just who you are. There’s nothing wrong with that. But in the pain of my dashed last hopes I dismiss you, ‘You knew you’d find no comfort here. He can never offer you those words you need. He’s not built like that’ But knowing offers me no respite From the crushing weight Of my disappointment descending With the final close Of her jaws. I am alone I am lost in the darkness Again
Ma Coeur Ma Coeur Where are you
Voiceless I cry for help Thinly veiled in our strained phone call And how I wish I knew how to make you hear me.
Ma Coeur Ma Coeur Where are you
"Return to dust" She commands me Her voice grating against my senses Her jaws twisting sickeningly Distorting and changing me. I weep and tremble And call for you As if by some miracle You’d suddenly be able to hear me As if, if you heard me You’d be able to save me.
My Heart Ma Coeur Help me.
Reduced to weeping Knowing you’ll never have what I need to Survive her. But Heavy and lost I still call for you Stupidly Pathetically Over and over and over Even As my voice cuts off When she swallows me Completely.
"its unfair to expect that of him", but my means of survival rests in words. Unfair doesn't even cover it. Some demons exist where language fails to bring them into the light.