Voiceless Words

The way I spent every day and night hoping for your return, the loss of sleep and slashes left behind. My tirade of destructive behaviours, presented to you, but to no avail. The stumbled words and halted feelings from your departure and quiet appearance. How my heart could feel no other love but for you, the missed opportunities and deepend regret. Oh, if I could explain to you, by text or tongue, the words and emotions that I had forgotten, that my mind could not voice, I would feel a freedom similar to being locked in a larger cage. My love ends not, but my potential to express it stops at your deterring rhetoric. Those who love you dearly, or whom you love as they do, are as undersevéd as I, but cannot admit their own downfalls. May you live in the ignorance of my failings, or feel the vivacious freedom of understanding one you see so closely. I could not release my torment onto you, but who shall hear it‽ My chains remain, and I could not transfer them to you, but where shall they lie‽ My repentance serves no purpose. My justification finds no footing. Try my body and life shall run dry. Try my mind, and ye shall reap bounties.