My mind is bruised for the better, it hurts and it’s sore with the thought of you.  My bones ache with the lost contact that even my lungs are fading in to the endless amount of oxygen around my body. The sugar coated words that remained engraved into my thoughts are nothing but a small sound that whimpered out of your mouth. My affection will never be silent and while your chest opens with a fresh breath of warm belief. I sit with an endless amount of useless air that runs out of my mouth.