No Words

You've shut down all poetry.
With my lungs on fire
I cannot bring myself
To write a single line.
I have no words,
For they are spent
Trying to rationalize
This mess you got us in
By pulling back,
By pulling at my seams
Once I finally managed
To knit myself together...
And I didn't expect this from you,
Not that you are the one at fault
You may not be blamed for this now...
This one's on me.