It started off good,
almost perfect.
Then something happened.
Something always happens.
Walls went up,
a thick glass blocking me.
I pounded
pounded
pounded
on that thick, solid wall.
But you never seemed to notice.

We had something,
something good.
Then it was ruined.
It was always ruined.
The spark, gone.
That hot, fiery spark.
It faded
faded
faded
into cold ash, blowing away.
Slipping between our fingers.

I felt whole,
completely whole.
Then you emptied me.
I'm still feeling empty.
Tired of being hollow,
trapped inside; stuck.
And I'm screaming
screaming
screaming
Like a siren in the night.
No one awake to hear.