Healing

How do I even begin? Time passes and I pretend as though I'm okay. That words of emptiness don't really matter because I know I have your heart anyway. Do I? I've become the mother of invention and the reality is I need to create a new way of naming this thing that we have that perplexes and vexes me and keeps me wound up, clocking you and exploding, C-4ing you and I just want to be free to give you all that I possess....