Poem #2: Transcribing Scribbles

I am gasping (you're not there)
I am grasping (you don't dare)
I am asking (you just stare)
You say I love you, I don't care.

It is empty, Ohhh so Empty.
Fuck a promise, that's just air.
But the real thing, yes the real thing
is Far too heavy for me to Bear.

And I give and I take.
But the sums don't add up.
Ive examined the volume,
of fluid in cups.
Spent far too much time
running thoughts through my head.
So I'll follow my heart:
While it Beats
I'm Not Dead.