On words I should have swallowed, a break-up song

my words are being

s..t..r..i..p..p..e..d away,

syllable.. by ..syllable

they become unclaimable
once they escape my lips.

goddamn!
i said too much... again?

i cannot speak a remedy

my tongue is parched and paralyzed,

my word-hoard lies empty.

She presses her mouth to mine

this time, the final time.

She inhales all my poisoned phrases,

my battle cries, my lies...

... surprise!

Her tongue shatters my defenses, yet

tastes nothing but my bitter deceit.

She listens to

my words that fall

a
    w
        a
            y

dead leaves,

excuses.

all i am is broken,

        ... empty ...

i am almost gone.