i bleed in your absence.
your presence churns,
my stomach erupts.
our lost love
whips me like slaves,
crying for freedom
from undue shackles.
my heart labors with
memories of you,
still haunting me
like a ghost.
-2008
...writing doesn't make it real...
...it just makes it impossible to forget...
...there are hundreds of words i wish i hadn't written...
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