How wonderful it must be

To never feel pain...

Whispered words like a silent storm,

She cast my heart to the depths of the ocean

With rage,

I envy her careless motions  

Her defining tragedy

Is the symptom and cardinal restriction

Of my seething, scarred antipathy

For I can only wish on her

That most necessary of torments,

The loss of deepest affection

But true love occurs in the presence

Of humbling sacrifice

True loss happens only

When one cannot bear to love another

Less than one loves one's self

The heart bleeds for the light that pierces

None could reach her blackest night

Where is the dirge for my stolen confessions?

For the price to bear her loveless wrath?

Hours whittled on and on,

sharing

kissing

holding

talking

hearing

knowing

I want them back!

Is justice dead?

Hatred she deserves,

Salvation she evades

The pain I know would set her free,

Could never find a way inside her

Heartbreak and loss she, both, requires

To know the evil of her ways

A heart that only values self

Could never break beneath that weight

And so

I wait

I long to hear her say

“I'm sorry...”

Even if it takes forever

Even if she'll never know

What it's like to feel my pain

Still, I'll wait