a bit angsty...

One whisper of regret
will not make me cry
You've taken my heart
and tossed me aside

I had memorized your every wish
Your dreams I shared as my own
I guess courage via my eyes
drained when your love to me shown

How could I write a letter to you?
My pen dried up with shattered words,
and the ink like a poison I intended to drink.
How could I call?
With my throat choking on naivete.
It's getting so hot I can't breathe
and the words hang on my tongue
in fear of what you've already done.
And I couldn't stop by
as my heart races
though my legs can't move
and my feet can't seem to tell right from left

Although I want to tell you how you've ruined everything.

And that sweet whisper of regret
as you climb up to my tower
on the long hair I grew for you
is enough to make me forget
how I pained in your absence
and passed in your leaving.
And like a stranger you stole from me
not thinking twice.
You took my heart when you walked out in the rain.

And your whisper, like the drops,
stay with me each day.
I live and breathe in your medium of pain.

Silence, as it stops
the quiet absence of small patter
I need that cleansing, that water
Even as it falls from my eyes.

But I don't need you.