Poetry - Revised in red more than words

je t’aime
plus que les mots
je t’aime
plus que le soupire
more than breathing in or out


i loved you more than words
which scares me
because i love words so much


more than sighs
more than breaths held still
more than heartbeats


i loved you more
than the breath you take
now I sigh dejectedly
whenever I think of you

the gasps i give
now follow gossip
or disparaging remarks

the yawns i smiled at
have become quite tiring

i loved you more than
the steady beat of your heart
even when i lie my head against your chest
the rise and fall of your stomach
no longer give me the quiver of hairs along my neck


i love you
so much less now
it almost feels like
i never loved you at all

that sometimes i rather than 
forgetting to breathe
out
or in
I push out my breath
just as quickly
as I would
push you
away

je t'aime plus que  prefer les mots
whatever words i use
don't fail me even come close
to describing
just how i feel