My heart torn,
From your most recent poem.
Each line, cut me like thorns.
We all know him.
I regret those words I said,
Forcing you to leave me behind.
This empty gap in my bed.
And this lonely space in my mind.
You write, here on this very website.
And to spite,
You are the reason I began to write.
I use to wake up, everyday, only to see your name pop up, I loved to listen to your laugh, and those stories you always use to tell.
And now I'm a stranger,
I've only made myself in danger.
You need to save me once more...
