Disabled

I don't feel
your touch,
that lingering
feeling of
warmth
is no longer
around.
My fingers
are not
lacing with
yours
anymore;
our hands
were torn
from our
fucking wrists.
The little
kiss that
stole my
heart now
feels like
poison, deep
within my
capillaries.
That beauty
you found
deep within
me is now
lost in the
ashes of
what we
thought
could be
and what
we hoped
was going
to be for us.
Once again,
I feel disabled.