Fight for Me

Though I may be wordless
my heart
is screaming,
a thousand voices
lead a chorus of sentence fragments,
of broken language,
of the very heart itself
which
is cracking and torn.

I am lying here
draped in the blanket
you
once slept beneath,
surrounded
by remnants of your hair --
the lingering scent
of your body
infects me and
I cannot
hold back the emotion
welling in my chest.

There
is a sense of confusion,
a sense of loss,
and I
am left here
sorting through the pieces
that will never
fit back together
in any shape
resembling knowledge,
resembling truth.

As strongly
as I can feel your heart beating
in my mind,
beneath my very ribs,
I can sense
the deluge of love
that you
are holding inside of you
with your lips
sealed like a dam I am striving
to fracture
so that you may awaken,
so that the light
might return to your beautiful eyes
and I could find
the love of my life
still alive
inside of the numb figure
currently
standing in her stead.

I won't stop,
and I will not surrender
because I know,
I know it all throughout me,
that you
are meant to be with me
and that I
was cut into life
with only you in mind...
we are destined
and I believe,
I know,
that you still feel everything
despite
how hard you are working
to feel
nothing.

I won't quit on you,
I can't,
I love you too much.