There's a point where you realize you can't exist in a world that isn't really yours.  

 The weight of it all settles on brittle bones.  No longer strong enough to hold the mounting confusion.  

 You say you love me to the East winds. Just so that it can be carried away by the freshness of breeze. 

 Ultimatums bring silence. 

Like bones scraping the black top. 

In pain, physical,  I wait for your gaze to find me.