How I am made

Dreams have poured into
all the dark places in my soul.
Silence now saturates my
pillow where once tears flowed.
A silence so deep,
I can hear the moon breathe;
I hear the cigarette burn.
My thoughts, as naked as the stars
run riot through these dreams
and cut them to shreds.
My thoughts always turn to you,
to your face,
to your smile.
I drank down your lies
It tasted like love
It sparkled like love
But, our birds that once
danced in the abyss
cling to the cliff edge in fear.
I have felt everything you have;
in my bones that break when you cry
in the sadness that seeps from my eyes.
I felt too deep
I fell too hard.
It is never a choice
It is just...how I am made.