Modern Romanticism

I have no right to speak

To the one I have crippled.

To the one I have slain,

To the one I have drained

Of all her tears, in the next day when she

Will come to kiss death,

And speak aloud to the open,

Words that berate upon when I hear them,

Words that quake my heart into reverberations,

Words that loosen fear from my mouth, in repeated breaths.

I have no right to weep,

When she weeps.

I have no right to sleep,

While she sleeps.

I have no right to say no

To myself,

When I fall low to catch the last tear

To ever cross her broken smile.