You Tell Me

You tell me
Why I asked these questions
Tell these statements
All of these reparations
Nothing, no payments
And as I progress
Still feeling your breath
Like a sex crime
I hugged my loneliness
Alone in my stealth
Far from sublime

You tell me
Why this hate never leaves
But always, always, pains
Always mental,
Nothing physical
As my lungs take in heaves
I feel nothing, nothing pains
The broken cage of bone
A calm face, nothing shown
The kiss of a withered rose
A sickness, from heart to toes