Shattering lovestruck.

I see his words
pouring from his perfect mouth
up and out of his heart
up and out of his soul.
The words I see
like an estranged and morbid
but loving melody,
drain the blood from my veins.

As I watch and I stare
and process his words
I see something there
something that hurts.
My words fall like pedals
on the unbroken snow
like the tarnished medals
of a dead war hero.
I'm holding on
as best I can
like a tortured pawn
I'm contraband.
For a moment-wry
and sorrow follows
and I don't kow why
I feel so shallow.
I want him to forget
I want none in the way
but I feel such regret
for this price he must pay.
Dear loved one,
I'm sorry
my moment is done
If you don't want me here
I'll get up and run.
For my heart feels quite broken
like the world of tomorrow
these words you have spoken
have brought me such sorrow.