Linked for eternity, we were one and the same
Over-simplified explanations, I would never feel it again
Voraciously wondering is we would ever be reunited
Extorting my feeling and tapping my mind, I can no longer fight it

Heavens decending to the world of man is what she was to me
Angelic wings spread wide as if to embrace, but it cannot be
Sexuality not a part, the deepest bond of our souls, our heart

Potentially dangerous to myself when she left me
Expression of love and joy has turned dark and languidly empty
Rivers running dry, a tap that used be unending
Italic existence leaning to the right, no defending
Silhouettes of perfection are all that is left of her to me now
Hard-headedness then left me blind, my sight was not allowed
Ends of existence come with emptiness of mind
Dead lay my muse and love, inspiration I'll never find

the death of inspiration::the most special person of all
I hope you feel this like I did
Peace

edited for the bolds, didn't want them overlooked

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she's just sick of being personified -Sage Francis