The air around me has become so dry, a raspy plague has taken over my breath,

Every breath becomes a struggle as my throat closes in on itself,

Words squeeze themselves out, but not the ones that need to be spoken,

I find it ironic that I need to muster up all the strength I have to just let go,

But I don't even know I'm missing anymore,

Most of my time has been spent dissecting my own psyche,

trying to figure out what I've been feeling this whole time,

I'm becoming a subject of my own torture,

and the scream of my insides are suppressed under these sleeves,

That way, all my releases are concealed and hidden to judgmental eyes

that would fail to see the shell that harbors this blackened heart that resides within, condemned in solemn desolation,

And while I watch her drift away, I become more confused as to why I hurt so much,

I miss the memories, but I'm not so sure I miss the person,

Still,  I ache and lay to waste in desperation, I don't want to let go,

but something deep inside inside the cavernous epitome of heartbreak that is my soul is telling me that I need to release this part of me,

But in the end, I find myself impelled to follow the trail of sweet liveliness that follows behind her,

even when she falls to her lowest, I can feel a vibrancy that radiates out from under her skin and it lightens the day ten-fold,

That's all I can do, unfortunately, I'm only able to watch her as she lives life and forgets every memory that I'm holding on to so dearly,

And as I observe this beautiful example of humanity, I slowly come to the melancholy realization that perhaps I am destined for disappointment,

That I'm perpetually stuck in a sort of limbo between depression and general unhappiness, never even strolling into the realm of content,

I'm beaten to my knees by the tyrannical despot that we humans call Love,

It's become the source of all my pain, and it's also the only thing that can heal me.