Trying To Forget The Person You Lost

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I wanted someone to care.

To love me.

I walk home each night and the shadows across the street below my feet peirce my soul.

They remind me that if they threaten to jump, no one will save me.

When I finally get into bed, the cold air surrounding me.

My skin tingling and iced.

I try to wrap myself up in my own arms.

I try to be the one who loves me.

I try to fill the void in my heart.

The lovesick feeling of being utterly alone.

My breath feels cold on my arms.

It makes me think that I too, am dead.

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Just like you.

Just like you are.

I try to make myself think we only just broke up.

Because I think above it all,

that would have been easier to handle.

But the crunching of metal on metal rings in my ear drums like the eco in a cave.

Stretching on for all eternity.

I disassociate and I'm in the bottom of a well.

The dampness seeping into my clothes.

The drip drop of tears falling from above.

Thin strings of light dance around me.

And I can almost swear I can see your face in the stones they grace.

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You're gone.

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And I should know that.

But I let my memory slip and vanish into the dust on your side of the bed.

And maybe one day,

there will be enough to cover up any trace of you left.

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