Unspoken

My link to you is broken.
It grows weaker by the day.
I can't read what you are feeling.
I don't know where you will stay.
I think you broke your link to me,
On purpose broke the chains.
You thought I'd take control of you,
Wash all the free away.
But the link I didn't make on purpose.
I didn't make it just by will.
It only appears when someone matters.
When someone's close enough to kill.
When the last of the chain falls,
And I no longer feel you at all,
I know that I'll be broken.
Say that I'm irrational.
Call me insubstantial.
But I'm all of your words,
Unspoken.