This certain stillness, inertia of silence pools in my ears.
         My voice slowly becomes            nothing.

Permeating, crumbling, dissolving, cracking this skin.
                                                                ­    Aren't I stronger?  

The syllables of the sentence ebbs into a fade in my mind.
Now, it is just the      empty      spaces      between the words.

Breaths come s  l  o  w ,  languid,  waves of letting    go.

Heavy infuses into the light.

Memories of sweetness
are
blinked
away
              by         glassy eyes.

The type of moments that ribbons and edge the corners of your vision.

My lips barely forms the 'bye' I've been dreaming of.
My fingertips couldn't touch them once more.

This inebriation comes soft and slow.
It is the drunkenness that leaves you begging for more
and half of heart wishing for it to stop.

How could it though?

I cannot wish with      half a heart.                            
With half of me?

It is a ballad for all those cracked hearts whose notes will
kiss you
away
into dust.