maybe the truth is
i dont love you
as much as i miss him...
though i do love you,
i dont think it can replace
the pain
and make it ebb away..
so every word i will write
will be about him,
about how he left
and caused my heart to implode
in a screeching
wretching
mess of blood and bone.

i dont know when the scales will tip
and my writing will be more about you
and less about him.

03/08/2012

Author's Note: but maybe its just because i dont have to figure out how i feel about you.

Posted on 03/08/2012
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