this new sadness is tearing out my gut,
warm skin, dripping with salty tears.
mornings without your arms to hold me.
lonely, loveless winter nights ahead.
it's my fault you drew the gun so fast,
but your finger pulled the trigger.
now my heart is sprayed on the walls.
how many mornings shall i wake crying?
pillow soaked with nightmarish reality.
how long until my heart understands...
...that you no longer live there?
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