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My chest is a empty space With a care worn shell Inside my heart Is a living hell Sadness and loss rip at my insides whenever I'm feeling my worst.
I wonder if I can bare it,. The simple loss of you,. How it would be bitter,. As I wonder what is true,. Even as I miss you,. And push away all fear,. The glimmer of loss grips me,.
Flights booked. Heart soars. Hotels confirmed. Smile grows. Lingerie bought. Pill taken. Calendars synced. Excitement starts. Fancy clothes ready. Heart crushed. A real date planned. Tears running.
So here's an end to dreams An end to sighs uncounted An end to minutes held in trust And end to a heart of gold -behold its rust... I say 'the end' because I must.
The moment when I breathe your scent in the air, I think, "Who am I to open a heart, to make it care?" My thoughts seem to fly...
I don't keep it in the attic, it's not inside a drawer, it's more precious than that to me, for it means so much more.
Often I wish things were different. I don't have any actual regrets, life would just be easier if events played out in another way.
...long. To long for something you sometimes don't even know. And if you do know, to miss is to endure an endless series of punctures to the heart.