The night is my enemy.
Trickling down my spine,
I whimper at life.
Just a zombie in a shell.
Wanting to die,
I write with tears in my eyes.
Sometimes I seek the pain.
Trying to believe its real,
I revisit our love.
The rollercoaster is all too much.
Thrown back down in a rut,
I resent this deal.
As a pair we gave and took it away.
Alone now without your heat,
I am really on my own.
The separation acted as a plan.
Never expecting a true end,
I am forever waiting.
So you see,
those elements of lasting love
and a dying soul
have the potential to fuel
guilt upon jolting sorrow.
Where I'm left with
a body flailing at sea,
flinching at the pelvic bone,
I suffer almost reaching you.
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