My silence starts to break

As my silence starts to break, I begin to realize that I can breathe in air once more. Thou my mind is hurt and unsure of my whereabouts, I am now able to think...Held off in her love has been pain and suffering. When I was lost; it was like living in a gas chamber maze. I was suffocated by her kiss, I was lost in her eyes, drunk off her love and my emotions were bruised by the beating her heart put out upon me. Now, having been able to find myself, I've since then been able to understand this tragic love affair that dwelled over me (us). My heart, a broken one at that; it was torn apart from this love. It then refused to beat and died cold in her lifeless hands, in the dark sadness it was buried away. My shallow mind was dazed. Unable to control my will to think, my mind pounded it's self till I collapsed over a hard rock. Helplessly laying in the dirt, my eyes gazed up at the sun but it was too bright for my weak teary eyes to withstand. So I crawled into a dark whole, awaiting the moon to come out. Sadly, the moon never came. The soul I've once shared with her has disappeared in some bright light that has come before me. I only hope God is taking care of my soul now, for I fear I have lost it to the devilish acts of love. As I begin to inhale air, I begin to remember some wisdom...She may have taken away my love but she will never take away my soul. The soul is owned by God and no man (woman) shall take it away. Being so, that will be my strength. As I rebuild myself physically and emotionally, I vow to return more for love...her love.