Too Much Talk

you talk and you talked
you smile and you smiled
you use and you have used
and i am still here,
wondering why.

we live and we breathe
without sharing anymore
now this feels like a chore,
living with you
and the blueness taped to my lips
refuses to disappear.

i talk and i talked
unable to talk anymore, because it is impossible
for me to express how much
i need you and want to love you
but i feel like i cant.
this hurts like raw fire on my heart,
burning away at my freedom,
that i believe and believed to be love.

you steal and you have stolen
my sanity, and it is unfair
because when i look at you, you don't care
and it's true.
my intuition told me, suddenly,
in the middle of this lonely night.
the fights ensue, as you do, what is best for you,
waiting for a cooked meal, that i am never cooking
again.

you haven't cooked either,
never wonder if i ate.
never mind the black girl lost
who lost herself on your continent,
that used to be my continent
five centuries ago.

now i know why the caged bird sings
and why my mother told me:
"love can kill..."
it really can,
so do i take the stand
to repeat or repent for those vows?