This thing is killing my spirit.
But one way or another I am going to be ok.
It's just the pain of right now that's keeping me from picking up and moving forward. Keeping me from forgetting and moving on.
The pain from his silence tormenting me.  robbing me of my peace. Halting my breath. Constipating my rationale.
The absence of his touch kicking me in the gut reminding of his inherent displeasure.
The emptiness of his hello. The hallow of his goodnight.
It's killing me. He knows.
But I won't cry. Enough of that.
Right now this well is dry.
I can't make him love me if he don't. But if he don't, then why won't he let me go?