When i look back i cant help but hate him,
Even though its been more than 6 years.
I've been through so much since he left me,
And yet, no experience can cloud my visions of him.
He's got the effects of a drug, i'm addicted,
Hooked on my own foul desires,
That for one night of my troublesome life,
I can escape from the worlds cruel satires,
And melt into the everlasting fires that are his eyes once again.
And remember what it is to be loved.
For 6 years my bed has been empty, my life a pale palette of grey.
My heart like a broken toy in the closet, never to be played with again,
My mind is a shrine to his memory and my soul is not mine any longer,
But searches for its other half in the dead of the night, so we can come together, be stronger.
Like siamese twins we are joined at the heart, yet connected by such a thin twine,
I miss greatly the days spent making love to him, 6 years ago, when he was mine.
In the intense mist of our passion, we often got carried away;
We had rows, we fell out, constant quarrels, but we always made up the next day.
The sound of his voice, the feel of his skin as we cuddled close under the sky,
How i loved him, and yet...how i hate him, even more so as time passes by.
For clocks do not heal as people will have you believe,
In fact the words have decieved me.
All he said became a lie, when he swore that he would never leave me.
And even though it wasn't his fault, i cant stop from hating him still.
I didnt see 'meaningless life' left to me when he inked my name on the will.
He has left me with nothing, i'm suicidal, because i survived.
And this goes out to everyone who can relate, who had a loved one .........that DIED.

r.i.p to all the dead loved ones i've lost, this goes out to all y'all.
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