when there are nothing more to say,
you say: there are no words.

i say: no more words
and sometimes a tear breaks
and creeps down the face
and sometimes nothing at all.

and all the promises
that this is the last time
my voice cracks and swears
fingernails drawing blood
and palms hiding.
lips swollen from pouting.

tomorrow morning
the sun and wind will remind me
that it was really
nothing at all

anymore.