Her screams echo
in the silence
of my head,
and breathless
I lie
alone
and
I remember
how they
once
completed
me.

I've made love
to her
a million times
since the breakup.
It's endless.
But she didn't want
me
& I'm really okay with that.
I had given her all the signs,
every piece and part of me,
including my swollen heart.
I just wish
she wasn't
so clueless.

I am mad,
and I hear
her voice
snickering,
whispering,
spitting
hollow-words
about the fool
inside my head.

And she remains
trapped
inside
the recesses
of my skullcap,
lying
there
laughing
for taking me
to a sweeter place.

I am not here
anymore,
these are only
written-words
I've configured in ways
I cannot truly explain,
as she took my love,
all of it,
and I wonder
if it lies
bottled up
in a glass chair
under her bed
out of her sight.