Sunglasses:

Damaged goods
I was with her
And yet wholly alone
My tears were of little weight
Yet I carried a heavy burden
An empathetic burnout
People pleasing
A bottomless pit
And a thankless task
She just kept on taking
And I was running on empty
I became homesick
For a place
I am not sure exists
One where my heart
Becomes full
And my soul
Was understood
It didn’t matter
How many languages
She knew
The language of the heart
She could not comprehend
Speaking in tongues
With no connection to the divine
A universal disconnect
A golden skeleton
Fully...