I feel you breaking. Each day you start to beat slower & slower. You force me to mend things, but I can't do things alone. You hate that fake a smile everyday. You hate that I cry myself to sleep at night. But what? What am I supposed to do? I love him. Just too damn much. I know you want it to stop, or at least mend a little bit. Make it easier to breath just a little bit. But still, I can't do things alone. You miss his heart & his kisses. You miss his smell & touch. I do too. Sigh, if only he know how much hurt we're going through. I wish I could mend this all together, but I can't do this alone.
Poem by Emily Dickinson
Heart! We will forget him!
You and I - tonight!
You may forget the warmth he gave-
I will forget the light!
When you have dome, pray tell me
Then I may staright begin!
Haste! lest while you're lagging
I remember him!
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