When did his love begin to become more important than mine?
I am stranded in an abandoned mine-
A bone-dry well of emotions that went untold-
I am still trying to drill for more,
I need more from him

He knows exactly how to make me happy,
But maybe there is a cynical nature within him,
A nature that I have never known.

I have tried so hard,
And I have put in more than enough effort.
I have fully drained the energy from my body, my mind, and my heart.
Now I am damaged goods.
I have so many bruises.
I am no stronger than his whispered "I love you too"
No stronger than his appreciation for me.

His bulky frame looms before me,
Like a mountain unable to move.
His mind engulfs my body,
And sends a deafening chill
That freezes me in place.
I am unable to move from my prison.

I keep drilling.
My arms are screaming for attention,
His cold eyes smack me in the face.
A stinging touch speaks volumes more than anything I could say,
I have no voice to him,
I am so weak to him
But I know of nothing else to do but drill.