The words reverberate as the blood pumps through my chest; a knocking on my chest wall, much faster than a gentle beat. I am trying to reach you. I am bleeding with wounds that no longer heal with a simple apology. I am saving myself, tourniquet on tight from being no one again. I don’t need a love that questions my intentions. Silence is fearful for the answer is to only give of me without authenticity, a lost soul clinging to what was what I believed my haven. I am cold and it frightens me to listen to my own heart beat out of step with you.