Traces of my tears

Unshed,

yet on my heart lay still

I guess systematic

Of your emotional bankruptcy

I am now

bankrupt myself.

Giving all within me 

until nothing is left 

to invest.

The pain in my chest 

should be 

unbearable

indescribable

a sick sinkable

feeling.

But Im too stripped to care;

A part of me is dying

As I remember

once flying

in the rapture

that was our love.

Now tapped out

I gracefully bow out

from a love

stripped bare.