And this is all we are.

.......I have this,

awful aching sensation in my chest,

         as your words wrap around my heart

ceasing the beating

    and the restless thoughts that pour in

how can I love you this much,

        when I am disposable?

As I cling to every word you speak,

after you lose mine in the wind,

every question I ask,

answered but not discussed,

the worst phantom seeps in, 

our love is transient to you,

fading in, pouring out 

wind ruffling our willow leaves

Illusions painted by number in your head

        and I’ve never been one for depth-less lies, 

you are not a thought easily shaken 

and you are not a habit I intend on breaking,

because the pain all seems worth it when we
 have those fleeting moments

brief flickers of light in the darkness,

that reignite the truth behind your eyes.