Left Searching

Left searching,
Heart dying.
I am letting this love beat me.
As the feelings allows my tears to fall into defeat,
He blames me for my tears that he
Caused without a single touch,
Some argue it is love.

Just the other night,
His soft voice, whispered into my phone
And he said, “Tell me you love me.”
My heart sat warm.
Unequipped with the delicate emotions
I can’t speak out on, but surely I feel.

He runs from her tears,
Divided by all he doesn’t know.
The love she feels equates greatly to the
Beating of her dying heart.
Left searching in adequate to time lost loving.