What if the Tower of Babel worked?

rely on words

lay on them trust they will hold our weight
what if the hand is too weak
the arm gives out
the muscle tires the lines fall to the ground,
and then they are form. less.
no beginning, end, nothing to distinguish them from point A point B and all of the pain that pulled and pushed in between...

i've given i've given
i've felt i've felt
i've asked i've asked
i've loved i've cried
i've worried i've waited
i've never ever imagined you cared
you showed no emotion
i could have ripped my heart out and given it to you, and you would have stared at me blankly- angrily- and thrown it back.

i am catching up with my feelings. my past wants, current, and future desires.
my memory of where i truly was in this. my knowledge of where i truly am in this.
i am trying to trust again just as you are also.
i am shocked that you care, but i feel it and its melting me to that similar formlessness but i need to pick up my bones and make myself bigger, i need to put my brain neatly back into my skull, i need to pick my heart back up and wash off the dry blood- shove it back into my chest where it belongs... and then ..............