(un-Named) Unfinished Ii Poem by Lauren Harper

I would cry but there are no tears left.
All that I have is myself.
Me myself and I filled to the brim with regret.

Pain has become my spouse.
For it once before frightened my bones.
Yet now I see it oddly enough, welcomes even me.

Agony knows my name all too well.
It whispers to my lips so.
It caresses my mind unnervingly.
Leaving me to be left all to comfortably.

My insides once contracted at your name.
Sometimes it would shrug.
But now it welcomes you,
All too easily.