If words could hurt.

If words could hurt, yours would break the soul. If your eyes could tell a story, mine would bleed words by the thousands. If my heart could speak, it would cry words and stolen moments for you. If my mind was read- it would remember only the past pages. Tonight I'm carried away by grief, mistakes and heartbreaks. My sorries are my life, and for them I bleed. Tonight I'm stuck with years coming back, riding on the answers of unanswered questions.
"Why?"
With no explanation given my mind stretches, my soul weeps, my heart hurts.
Forgiveness is sometime given to forget, and without meaning.
The right to ask is long since past but begging is all I have left.
Passion for the pain is fading and I wish I could change.
The look, the eyes, the day, the moon, stars and night,
How things used to be and I changed them horribly.
With pages of regrets and mistakes sitting on my broken heart my strength fades.
Held in your eyes as crude and unjust I fall to my knees
Reaching for something to hold on to,
Fears and tears swamp me and unbidden I hold them back.
No one can see the tears and waves of grief.
My pain, my punishment,
I took and in turn brought back.
Forgiveness is far and sleep eludes.
Passion fades to grays and blacks.
If and only if answers came in swift intakes of breath
With everything I am, I beg for strength.
I beg for answers, beg for the night to end, for sleep to come.
Stars and moon, night and sea
Waves roll in, claiming my heart, mind, soul and agony.
Holding on in fear I cling to one last hope.
Drifting my answers come-
My answers:
Unanswered- silent- still as the moon, stars and broken hearts.