the difficulty that is us

She found safety in the numbers that were your words
Drifting in and out of consciousness...
On a high that was your love.
She longed
She lived
She hang onto the itty bitty ropes in promises you threw her.
" I don't know how not to love,
  How not to feel
  How not to be engorged in entire bliss"
She sang to you
Her feelings a little like math
Difficult to comprehend,to calculate...
To find an actual solution to.
But you liked...
And you "thought" you loved
And you drowned her songs in nothingness.
So now I sit and watch her become a shell
Empty and abandoned on a beach
No one,nothing to live in her
No bliss,
No songs,
No soul within us.
The difficulty that is us...