Washing away the color fades off. The silence lingers, the questions unanswered. It starts to wash away my heart. The rag that is used is brittle and scratches away pieces of me. As it’s rung out the blood of my heart spills on the floor. I ask myself each time can my heart take anymore, each time that it happens it crashes to the floor. The blood and the pieces laying there while I still stand. I start to clean it up all this blood now in my hands. I have begun to wonder to myself how many more times can I put it together before I have no more. The silence and lack of answers tear each time a little more. If you only knew what the silence does to it when I say I will let you go it cracks a bit. It seems to be less and less noticed with each passing day. But, this thing is starting to get so easy for you to look away and your mind lead astray. Not seeing the pain it builds with each passing day. I wish you would stop speaking everything after its worked through your mind what comes from the heart is what I wish for. It seems like I don’t get it as much anymore it washes away and scrubs at my heart. I wish you could see what I am asking for but with each passing day it washes away yes it washes away on my heart.
