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I hate what he’s done to me. What I’ve done to him.
I choke on my own self pity.
I cry out in pain.
The tears fall down my cheeks.

I feel empty.

Without him.
Without his Warmth

I miss him
I need him
I want him

But now
He’s gone
Like a magician and his puff of smoke
Just... gone.

Time freezes

And here I sit
Can’t breathe
Can’t swallow

Drowning in the lost love
Of him
Of me

Our connection blood deep
I feel what he feels

He cries
I cry

He dies
I die

We lie


But together.

Only with the essence of who we were

So yes
Emptiness is what I feel

Without him

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Dawnheart said...
Jun. 23, 2010 at 10:13 am
Your poetry is amazing! The last There are no words for it.
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