I'm not the marrying kind

I find myself talking to you
more now
than before that night.

All these conversations
of words
left unsaid.

Needing to be heard
bubbling up
inside my fading voice.

I watch as silence screams
the nothing
you forced on me.

Like a scarlet letter
seeping steadily
staining my skin.

An ominous warning
to those
who may dare to follow.

Leaving me police lined off
searching from
inside the crime scene.

Looking for a remnant of
the me
I was becoming before you.

And all I hear is
your responses
of how I never was enough.