Numb.
It's hard to move,
to speak,
to breathe. 
  Is my heart still beating?
Limbo
of the exposed betrayer.
Heartache
of the longing lover.
Too many tears
unreplenished,
I am empty,
I am hollow.
  The axe hasn't fallen yet.
But your words
couldn't cut me any deeper
than the sorrow already
within me.
I may be a liar
but I lie for love.
I lie because you
make honesty impossible.
What is love
in exposure 
to your acid critiques
and tarnished stereotypes?
What is love
to your quick hatred
and inability to accept?
What is MY love
to you?
Don't cry now.
  You had lost me
  long ago.