Lost at Sea

My heart is breaking
right infront of your face.
The grace is being ripped
out from inbetween us;
you're taking too long.
I'm not sure you care
about any of this.
You're nowhere
to be found.
Here we go again
for another round.
Get your gloves on
and hit me more.
What's one more word
to slash me inside out?
My heart is sore
from beating against my chest.
The rest
is too complicated to explain.
All I can really say
is that it's driving me insane.
I feel so helpless
and I'm becoming a mess
trying to be perfect for you.
You overlooked me again today
and I can't believe
how I'm still surprised
everytime.
Is it a crime to love you?
Because I feel like I get punished.
The romance is diminishing
between your palm and fingers.
You grasp so hard
and it's slipping.
The glass is tipping
over.
Will you cry over spilled milk again?
My chin tries to stay firm
as I learn
that this is routine.
I'm tired of the scene
of broken hearts.
That's how it always starts.
You can tell me now
that it never mattered to you.
Or maybe it did
once upon time.
But I'm ridding myself
of fantasies
and bed time stories
of princes who rescue their bride.
Your pride is killing me
and it's making me weak.
You'd fly across the seas
just to get away from me.
I'd swim across the oceans
just to get you back.
What do I lack
that makes you so unhappy?
I'm in a rut
and I don't know what to do.
I love you
more than I wish I did.
You're getting rid
of me.
And I've become lost
because you're the only one
that I've ever loved.
What do I do
with all of me
that I saved for you?