I don't love you, but I always will.

I love you.

There's screaming, oh there's screaming
Ricocheting throughout my skull
The forceful emotion scalds my guts
My heart bruises my bones
These words, clamoring to escape me
Are clamped down by my teeth
And beaten by my tongue
And swallowed back down my throat
Back to the void from whence they came.

I'll say it with every ardent stare
Hoping to telepathically imprint the message on your mind
I'll mean it with every frenzied touch
Believing the graze of my fingertips transmits my meaning
I'll whisper it between the curtains
Praying the sentiment of my breath reaches your heart

Stone

Grasping and flailing and burning for air
The brown tinges of decay frosting the fabric
Muted vibrations and diluted colors
Leak with disdain where they once poured free
Doubting and hating and yearning for warmth
Grayish hued veins crawl upwards and away
Inaccurate and hyperbolic self-accusation
Tear and degenerate the withered flesh

For I am my comfort, I am my seed
The filament, the shade, the throne.
A heart hearkens lightly and tosses its qualm,
And then, I will turn into stone.